For the past couple of nights I’ve remembered to put my crystals out for a moon bath, I usually forget to do.
Basically, I suppose crystals are just a bunch of rocks and minerals, but they are also something more than that. Whether they have the healing powers that are attributed to them, who knows? They are capable of transmitting radio waves after all, and if that isn’t some sort of magic, of power, I don’t know what is.
Last night I watched the moon rise over where I’d placed my crystals on a ledge in the south side garden. In the early twilight, the moon was hanging almost on the horizon, low and heavy, up there in the southern sky as I stood watching from the back window. Later in the evening, I looked out again, from the same vantage point, and there it was, way up in the distance of the northern sky, the glowing, mysterious orb that it is.
