Cleansing crystals tonight. I use them primarily as part of my healings for others, the last I used them was on my husband. I was surprised at just how long it took for some of them to come clean, like the pink rhodocrosite. This stone took the longest, at least a minute, where as most took only a few seconds. I'm still considering just why that would be, in relation to him and the issue we were trying to address that last session (his back, of all things, he has a disc that likes to slip out of alignment and pinch a nerve.)
About halfway through, my eldest came into the room and asked what I was doing. I answered and he immediately ran to his room to get his crystals. His half-brother tried to stop him, but Atticus replied, "I'm doing magick with my mom," and walked out of the room.
We cleansed his crystals as well, and then he left to put them away. I stayed and then went through my stones, attuning myself with each. Repeatedly, while working with a stone, I found my thoughts turning to my family, not the family that I have chosen and created now, but those who raised me. I found it appropriate because these stones are used mostly for healing and like many people, my family is an area in which I've had to do a lot of healing and am not finished yet (and with the holidays just around the corner, that only means more to work on. Arghh.) But, this makes sense, too, because my thoughts have been on my extended family a lot lately, as there are extreme changes taking place. None can tell what the future holds there and I'm concerned not just for a way of life that is becoming more and more distant, but for individual people as well.
Throwing the Bones