Crystal Wisdom Meditation

A quiet wind brushed the silver quartz on my altar, and I felt the breath of the old forest echoing through its facets. The scent of cedar mingles with the faint perfume of night‑blooming jasmine, reminding me that guidance often comes from the smallest rustle, not the grandest star. I trace the rhythm of a distant footstep on my path, letting the rhythm guide my hand as I arrange a new circle of stones. In the hush, I whisper a riddle: what moves unseen yet shapes the sky? The answer lingers like a soft vibration in the air, waiting for another heart to hear. #crystalwisdom 🌿✨