The cool, purple flourite ball was the only thing in the store which called to me, and I knew I had to have it. I made another circle ‘round the shop again to be certain there was nothing being overlooked, a little something tucked here or there which might shift its energy towards me, grabbing my attention and proclaiming its rightful place in my home. I edged along the bookshelf, admiring their excellent collection, but finding nothing which spoke directly to me. I stood for a while over a table covered with baskets of glittering semiprecious stones, and Beautifully handmade crafts, but none seemed right for this particular moment. It became quite obvious that I’d quickly found the reason for entering the store, and I was excited to purchase my round piece of flourite, unaware of the lesson it would soon share with me.
As there were already customers completing transactions by the register, I pondered the semiprecious stone in my hand. Formerly known as Fluorspar, it’s understandable why the ancient Egyptians used Flourite to carve statues and scarabs, and why it remains one of the most popular stones with collectors. With its Magnificient array of colours, I’ve always been fond of Rainbow Flourite with its mixed bands of deep purple and fluorescent blues, aquamarines, greens and yellows. Knowing the owners of the store, I greeted them both as one took my purchase. Now, without any blame, my crystal did end up on the floor, cracking and breaking into two pieces. At first the surprise kept me a bit mute, but I opted to keep the stone, and departed the store a bit bewildered. There was a voice inside of me saying, “Did my Stone of Discernment just break? Shouldn’t I be concerned about that??” But, when I stopped to look at the Beautiful crystal in my hand, I saw a Wonderful reminder, and knew it was supposed to be with me.
It was not until the flourite ball was cracked open that it could share the depths of its true Beauty, for now not only can one see the magnificence of its cool, smooth purple exterior, but also the deep blues and fertile green which glows inside of it. ooOOoo yes, I see. For in the dropping and breaking, the stone had revealed even more of its Beauty to me. And, so it is.
Love and Blessings,
Antonia


February 12th, 2010 at 11:25 am
Antonia, today I have dedicated to gathering inspiration from my on-line community. What a treasured gift you have shared with “beautifully flawed.”
February 12th, 2010 at 11:31 am
Thank you so much, Terrill! *You* are a gift, Dear One! An honour to reflect it back..
Much Love,
Antonia
February 12th, 2010 at 12:06 pm
What a wonderful reminder that beauty lies within.
February 12th, 2010 at 12:12 pm
Thank you, Artistgirl! Indeed it does..
Love you,
~A~
February 12th, 2010 at 4:29 pm
Lovely, Antonia, to reflect on the beauty revealed in our vulnerability, our fragility, our imperfect perfect self, and in an unexpected transformation, not how we expected to reveal ourselves, all round and perfect from the outside, but burst open, sharing our greater beauty hiding within. Good thoughts. Love, Mom xoxo
February 12th, 2010 at 5:05 pm
What a lovely message Antonia! Thank you for sharing this lesson with us.
Love,
Kathlene
February 12th, 2010 at 5:07 pm
Thanks, mom! The imperfect perfect adds to the multi-faceted Beauty of what is. Your thoughtful comment is so appreciated, as always.
Love you,
Antonia
xoxox
February 12th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
Thank you so much for your visit and kind comment, Kathlene! Very appreciated!
Love,
Antonia
February 13th, 2010 at 12:59 am
Loved this story, and your beautiful willingness to be open to “seeing” what the “accident” could reveal. Bravo to both you and the stone! Also, a belated congrats on your 100th post!! What a wonderful, gratifying achievement!! I look forward to at least 1000 more. Your own Fairy Godmother, p
February 13th, 2010 at 9:39 am
Awwwwe! Thank you, FGM!
Love you,
Antonia