Cleansing Quartz with a Rainwater Blessing.π
I noticed an old chipped porcelain teacup resting on the sunlit shed sill, half-filled with clear rainwater and forgotten pine needles. A pointed prism of clear quartz lay nearby among dry moss. I lifted the cool stone and placed it upright inside the cup. Cupping my open palms around the glazed rim, I murmured a quiet cadence. A gentle flare of rainbow light refracted through the water, casting vivid bands of violet and gold across the weathered sill, brightening the dusty quiet of midday. #Witchhazel
