Oh damage, sweet damage

I don't know what's going on with my love line in this picture. Straight, sweet, and deep, nothing like the complicated, broken little number on my right. Oh, gosh, though, can you even believe it? This was my quartz crystal lining for a week that started in a very frustrating and stressful way. I believe there's always good to be found in every situation, (though I occasionally need reminding, and am grateful for it) but it's really helpful when you get slapped in the face with the rare,sharp, and beautiful 7,000 year old good when you're least expecting it. A lesson as ever to be more mindful, more positive.

My little crystal weapon is so the strangest thing. I don't mean to go on about it, but I will. I would have treasured a little broken point, but this is one of the most gorgeous, largest clear points I've ever seen. It's hard to see in the picture, but the edges are actually see-through clear quartz; it glows when the sun hits it. Sound does funny things with it, too. The light weight and strange knapped angles scrape against my skin in a way that I've never felt any material do. It's like nothing else, it's so easy to understand that it's a lost craft by a lost people. It makes an almost musical tinkling bell sound against the callouses of my palm. I cannot even believe that I found it, let alone in the way that I did, under the circumstances. It feels like stupid magic. When I went out, I kept feeling like I already knew it was there, I just had to get around to picking it up. 

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I haven't been very good at keeping up with this thing, though I've wanted to. I have a lot of backed up thoughts and prepositions to end sentences on. I'll try to be better as the week progresses into weekend. It's just spring, and my blood is hot and up. I want to smash around. Running/exercise has been good; I've started to feel lithe and wick again, my skin is browning up. This weekend the beach with my mom will probably darken me up more.

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I wanted to talk about Legends, I remember, from this weekend, but I'm having some trouble remembering exactly what I wanted to say about it. I was probably in the rain and dark, and deliriously tired, and thought I had something important to say, as ever. It was good to run this weekend, to push. I guess thinking of the end and the things that remain. That's not a good description at all of what I mean, though, or what I was thinking. Well. Let's make a hard-working agreement with this Wednesday. I promise to write more and remember more, to be positive and to be good help when I can. I promise a stunning, photographic account of my night out with my mom and her friends at the beach, at least.