I happened to be sorting out a mixed bag of crystals one day and my partner was watching me. He said:
“Ooh I like those ones! They look like crocodile eyes!”
I picked up the crystals he had pointed at and on closer inspection I thought to myself:
“Hmm, he’s actually quite right…”
Glowing green orbs looked back at me, set in a scaly brown matrix. It seemed friendly enough, but I had no idea what it was, unsure if it was crocodile… or alligator, so to speak. I put it away in my handbag, for the next time I happened to see Liz.
“Ah yes! Apple green Chrysoprase!” she exclaimed.
The stones themselves seemed quite pleased to have an identity, and armed with their name, I thought I would have a look at what they do.
Chrysoprase is good to use in meditation, bringing a deep state of contemplative relaxation. It can be used to help calm and overcome impulsive thoughts and acts, encouraging reasoned thought and the release of judgemental attitudes. It is also said to help with attracting new love, abundance and prosperity. Essentially a crystal of joy, it brings happiness and helps to heal the heart from depression and anxiety.
Chrsyprase is useful in promoting forgiveness and supporting independence, especially when coming out of a toxic co-dependent relationship. It’s a nice crystal to add to any collection as it energises the heart and sacral chakras and infuses the physical body with Universal energy… always a good thing.
Apart from when it’s half-past three in the morning and really you should be sleeping, but for some reason – blindingly apparent to the feline brain of the Siamese persuasion, yet clear as mud to my humble human brain – the done thing is to run about, claws clicking madly on the laminate flooring like a demented lobster, shouting:
“ Wa-oh-ah! Wahhh! Ma – ow!”
No idea what it means.
Then at times, the whole feline family is beset by a moment of oddity – the cat flap will slap and Lily will enter the kitchen with an air of great self-importance.
“Mew! Mewww- weh!”
Then she turns around and marches away, tail twitching smartly above her furry trousers.
Charlie, having listened to what Lily said, will leap off the sofa and run into the kitchen and out through the cat flap. Driven by her urgency, Ting and Tooty will usually run after her, and it doesn’t matter how many times it happens, they never remember that Charlie will wait -with malice aforethought – on the other side of the cat flap to smack them as they pass through…
Some kind of feline re-birthing therapy? I’m really not sure. Sometimes I think I’m the only normal one in this house…