BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—            Only this and nothing […]

When you hold this deeply intuitive crystal in your hand, it appears to begin drawing a smoky essence into its core. On darker days we gravitate toward intensely colored stones, as if they have the properties to draw out one’s mood.  Emotions, like life, are a cycle. They rise and fall with the breath of […]