January 13, 2014

The Shiny Things. ~ Lauren Savory

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I seem to always have a thing. A current favorite thing, typically of all time.

Of all the things, stones are my latest. Gems and crystals and the like, you know the ones. (Strange, I know.)

Strange to some people because, well, stones? Really? And strange to me because until about six months ago, stones simply hadn’t existed in my reality in any meaningful way since my brief stint collecting marbles circa 1992 (pretty sure marbles aren’t considered stones, but they both fall into the same enchanting-little-hard-thing category in my mind.)

I don’t think even my marble-collecting child self, in her world of limitless possibilities, could have envisioned my grown adult self salivating over something called Angel Aura Quartz and poring over blogs on the metaphysical properties of Ruby in Fuchsite; but then again, I don’t pretend to understand how or where or when or why these fly-by-night interests originate.

Though voracious at present, my appetite for miniature geologic treasures will inevitably reach a crescendo and in all likelihood dwindle and fade, to be filed away in my mind under ‘Remnants of a Former Self’ along with other such notables as Pogs and the Ayurvedic cookbook.

And it’s funny—I used to feel bad about all of the starting and none of the continuing that people who aren’t me tend to do with their hobbies. But frankly, unbelievable as it might sound, my fleeting love for each stone and Pog and Kitchari recipe has been quite real and in its own way, perfect and complete.

I’m through with feeling embarrassed about stopping to pick up each twinkling thing to strike my fancy. Some things (the vast majority of things, in my case) just aren’t about reaching a final endpoint of mastery or expertise or having a framed collection of receipts on your wall to prove to others that your stone infatuation was, at the very least, a financial commitment.