Waking of the Quartz Crystals.

I set the three stones upright in a deliberate triangle across the split grain, nestling a tiny fleck of raw copper ore at their center. Hovering my open palms above them, I breathed a slow, low cadence. A faint, clear chime trembled through the wood, and a soft violet-white luminescence bloomed between the crystals, weaving their cool mineral currents into a steady, quiet hum. #Witchhazel