Sitting in the coffee shop with her friends, Diana found herself
distracted by a low humming.
It seemed to be coming from
everywhere at once, and tugged at her senses so strongly it almost felt physical.
“We ready to go then?”
She was jolted away from her
contemplations by an elbow in her side, and hurried to follow the other girls to the till with their bill.
As they left the mall and its artificially cooled aisles behind, the noise louder - beckoning her down a small shadowed street.
“Guys, let’s go this way,” she smiled at her companions and started
walking, sure they’d follow her if she didn’t stop to explain.
The side street was less crowded than the main walkway, and she found herself looking curiously at dozens of small shops she’d never even realised existed.
“Where are we going?” one of her friend’s caught her elbow and tugged, “There’s nothing down here - just a creepy little hippy shop.”
“Just… hold on,” freeing her arm, Diana approached the ‘creepy little hippy shop’ - a tingle of something like electric and excitement joining the hum in the back of her mind,
“I want to see what’s in here.”
With mutters and rolled eyes, her friends agreed and they all trooped inside the small building.
The air was rich with blended scents of incense, curls of white smoke
whispering out of the nose of a haughty clay dragon on the tall counter at the rear of the shop.
The humming grew louder as she approached a tall basket, filled to the brim with shimmering crystals and shining gems. Digging her hand down, she gasped as her fingertips grazed a delicate purple stone, her head filling with warmth and song.
“Looks like that one called to you.” a kindly looking woman appeared at her shoulder.
“Diana,” her friends were looking vaguely irritable, “Are you going to be long?”
“Just let me get this,” she handed her prize to the woman and dug in her shoulder bag for her wallet, ignoring the sceptical comments and moans from the group.
Happy with her purchase, she allowed herself to be pulled out of the shop - turning a deaf ear to the insults and ignorant remarks made about the shop and its owner.
Later that evening, she returned home and sat with the crystal in front of her - studying it under the light as she turned it this way and that.
The colours seemed to intensify and she found herself drawn inside, a whole world of colours and sounds opening out before her - space and time flaring out to show her the stone’s birth and formation deep in the heart of the planet.
She sat for hours, entranced by the knowledge flowing into her, and fell asleep with the crystal clutched firmly in her hand.
Her dreams were peaceful and calm that evening, and when she awoke she felt a level of peace that she couldn’t remember feeling before.
Booting up her computer, she typed in the properties of her stone and found its name - Amethyst, a stone of a Goddess whose name she shared.
Feeling a little awed by the
connection she felt, she smiled and set the stone aside on her dresser - determined to find other calling
crystals with it, her own secret little world away from everyone and their expectations - a welcome relief and refuge just for herself.
© Marie Flitton 2008
From the Witches Digest Litha 2008
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