Wooden Crystal Storage Shelves

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Wooden Crystal Storage Shelves

I‘ve been seeing these beautiful crystal storage shelves in all shapes and sizes pop up on my Pinterest feed lately and I was pleasantly surprised to find that they are all from the same website, Stone & Violet. They are all hand-made and customized to fit a specific crystal collection. Their whole collection is just fantastic and I know that many of my crystal hoarding friends (ahem, no names) would love something like this to display their collections.

I think my favorite one is the diamond shaped one at the end of the post. What’s yours?

You can learn about other ways to surround your home with crystal energy by checking out one of my other articles here, and learn the best way to store your crystals along with which is more potent, polished or raw, in this article.

Xo,

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Another something I wrote one morning in June: Ab

Another something I wrote one morning in June:

Abandonment is a term we’re all familiar with and have likely experienced to some degree in a relationship at some point–the guy you met on Bumble and dated for three weeks who ghosted you; the one you dated in college who moved away; the friend who broke up with you after a disagreement.

Then there’s traumatic abandonment. I don’t know if that’s an official psychological term, but if it’s not, I’m about to coin it. Traumatic abandonment occurs when someone you have developed a long-term, intimate emotional relationship with suddenly cuts off all communication without warning. It’s being ghosted, but not just by anyone–by someone you love and have a deep attachment to.

Traumatic abandonment leaves a devastation in its wake rivaled only by death–except it’s worse, because at least with death (suicide being the exception), the loved one didn’t choose to leave you.

The stages of grief are similar, though they come with one addition: confusion. First, you are confused. Why aren’t they responding? You make excuses. Maybe they’re just busy. Maybe their battery died. The hours go by and then the days. Maybe they lost their phone. Still nothing. After a few days, it begins to sink in.

Then comes bargaining: once you recognize the person has no intention of responding to you, you keep keep trying. You send text messages trying to fix things. You apologize, or beg for forgiveness, or forgive, or otherwise try to smooth over whatever happened, only to be met with more silence.  Next comes the anger. Why would they do this to you? How could they do this to you? How could anyone, but especially them–this person who said they loved you? How can they just disappear without saying a word?

Weeks begin to pass and the denial begins to work it’s delusion. You tell yourself they’ll come back. You build yourself up with hope. It gets you through the days. Every time your phone buzzes, you think, “Maybe it’s them.” And then you crash each time you see that it isn’t, until it happens enough times that hope becomes cynicism. (continued 👇🏻)

Now that we’re all stuck at home, I’d like to

Now that we’re all stuck at home, I’d like to bring this to your attention.

Are you feeling any of these? And did you realize where they came from?

Take this time to detox.

#coronavirus #capitalism #coronapocalypse #habits #patterns #shadowwork

One of the main goals of spirituality is to ultima

One of the main goals of spirituality is to ultimately arrive at a place of peace, love, and joy for everyone and everything—at least that’s what the mainstream Love and Light crew will tell you.
✳︎
For some of us, that means letting go negative feelings such as anger, rage, and hate.
✳︎
For others, it leads us directly into those parts of ourselves because they are aspects that have been suppressed our entire lives.
✳︎
For me, learning to whole heartedly embrace those emotions and experiences rather than let them fester inside has been a major part of my shadow work over the last two years.
✳︎
Shadow work is an incredibly important part of healing and the process of enlightenment. The only way through which you can reach self-actualization is by claiming yourself whole—including the anger, the rage, and the hate.
✳︎
Mastery comes with the neutral observance of our dark side, not the annihilation of it.
✳︎
Some would tell you that the purpose of the journey is to destroy the ego, but that, too, is a misnomer.
✳︎
To destroy one’s ego would be to destroy all that is human about you—to have identity permanently dissolve into the ether. You would cease to exist as an individual.
✳︎
The ego serves a purpose. Without it, you wouldn’t have the ability to experience life itself. It’s what allows us to see ourselves as separate from the whole, and thus, to come to know ourselves. It’s the mechanism through which we are able to experience being human.
✳︎
Your goal is not to destroy it, but rather, transcend it, gaining the ability to see yourself as both an individual and the whole.
📷: @dreamerssclub

Sometimes, when relationships don’t turn out the

Sometimes, when relationships don’t turn out the way we’d hoped, we try to minimize them by saying things like, “This was just a lesson.” Somehow, by attempting to force a shift in our perception, we think it will lessen the impact of the loss, but in the process, we end up dismissing and invalidating our own emotions and the connection we had with the other person in that relationship.

That doesn’t help you move forward or heal, it’s only helping you bury your pain (and is a form of spiritual bypassing). It’s possible to accept the “lessons” you learned within a relationship while still honoring your place in it.

This person—this mirror—gave you a gift: the opportunity to see yourself. Just because it didn’t unfold the way you imagined it would doesn’t mean that what was there was never real. It was, but for a moment in time. And what is life but impermanent?

You don’t HAVE to measure success or failure by whether or not something continues. In fact, you don’t have to measure success or failure at all.

Perhaps there are no lessons. Only experiences.

6/12/2018 I’ve spent a great deal of my life fe

6/12/2018

I’ve spent a great deal of my life feeling unlovable. I’m not really sure when it began, but I know that in my attempts to compensate for that feeling, I strived to make myself perfect in the eyes of those I desperately wanted to love me.
 But no matter how perfect I became, it was never enough. Relationships still failed. People still disappeared, and I was left wondering what was wrong with me. I’ve never been one to blame others, so I blamed myself instead.

I blamed myself. I hated myself. In my constant search for perfection, I lost myself. I also developed some incredibly self-destructive habits. To compensate for the feeling of being starved for affection, I starved myself.
 The thing I finally came to realize was that it was never me. I was never unlovable. I just fell in love with other people who also believed they were unlovable. And in our mutual brokenness, we continued to break one another.
 As tragic as it sounds, I am grateful for it. It taught me how to love—how to love others and how to love myself. It showed me that true perfection lies not in the unattainable standard put forth by the world, but in our own individuality. Our perfection exists within our vulnerability. Our beauty lies in our ability to love ourselves and each other whole.

I don’t often feel safe. Having my apartment bu

I don’t often feel safe.

Having my apartment burglarized two days ago has brought that fact starkly into my awareness. My home was my shelter, the one place could feel protected. And now that sacred space has been violated, like every other physical boundary I have.

I think not feeling safe comes from never having truly felt protected. By anyone. I’ve been fending for myself for as long as I can remember.

There are so many times when I just want to be held. To cry in someone’s arms and feel completely safe doing it—but I don’t have that luxury.

I caught myself this morning, as I’m processing this latest desecration of my personal space, wondering how to “fix” my “need” of another person.

A misunderstanding of over-simplified spiritual platitudes can lead us to believe that we should never need another person. Especially people like me, who have felt too needy their whole lives and have tried to fix that needy feeling by cutting themselves off from others.

The truth is that human beings are social creatures. We’ve evolved to thrive in community. Close personal bonds are nourishing. And it’s often a lack of closeness and emotional or physical neglect that creates feelings of neediness or feeling as though your own basic emotional needs are too much.

It’s exhausting having to fend for yourself all the time. It was probably exhausting to feel that way as a child. It’s exhausting now. I find myself keeping a constant eye on my surroundings as I walk home from work. I make sure that no one is watching which building I’m going into when I get there. And it doesn’t even matter, because someone came through my window. That someone went through my personal belongings. That someone was IN MY BED where I sleep every night.

It isn’t feasible for me to have to deal with this alone. After 36 years, I’m still trying to allow myself to accept that I have needs, and to convince myself that it’s ok to not want to be alone, especially when things like this happen.

I’m trying to remind myself that basic needs aren’t something to be fixed. There’s nothing wrong with wanting connection or to feel protected, and the very nature of feeling protected requires an other.

Maybe it’s PMS, or maybe I’m just having a bad

Maybe it’s PMS, or maybe I’m just having a bad day, but I currently feel utterly repulsed by Instagram.
✳︎
To be honest, I’ve never really liked it here. Besides the things I post, I don’t even use it for anything beyond looking at memes or reading the occasional astrology or tantra post here and there. I don’t look at anyone’s stories. I don’t watch Instagram TV. I barely interact with other people’s content. Hell, I barely interact with the people who interact with my own content unless it’s one of my friends.
✳︎
I find myself feeling more and more disgusted by anything lacking total authenticity or integrity and I feel like this platform is permeated by people out of alignment with their own truth.
✳︎
In some ways I’m disgusted with the thought of having a platform at all.
✳︎
I’ve tried to maintain an awareness of my motivations for my actions when it comes to spiritually related things, and I told myself that if I ever reached a point where I felt like I had to do something or be something or post something for the sake of other people, and not for myself, then I would need to take a step back.
✳︎
I haven’t reached that point yet, but it has come to feel like a burden, and I have felt a nagging feeling to just let it all go—ALL of it. Not just Instagram or social media. It would be disingenuous of me to continue with something that no longer brings me joy. If I’m being honest, this doesn’t feel good anymore. And particularly with Instagram, I kind of hate it here and always have.
✳︎
I suppose the fact that my entire website was somehow mysteriously deleted from my web server last week is, perhaps, the universe’s way of telling me it’s time. Or at least to evolve into something else.
✳︎
That being said...I think this may be my last post for a while. Maybe ever. I don’t know where I go from here, but I guess we’ll see where the U takes me next. 🤷🏻‍♀️
✳︎
It was fun while it lasted. I grew a hell of a lot. So much so, I’m not who I was when I started. I guess that means I get to start over, somewhere else, as someone new.
✳︎
Maybe I’ll meet you there one day.
✳︎
—Ash

Another something I wrote one morning in June: Ab

Another something I wrote one morning in June:

Abandonment is a term we’re all familiar with and have likely experienced to some degree in a relationship at some point–the guy you met on Bumble and dated for three weeks who ghosted you; the one you dated in college who moved away; the friend who broke up with you after a disagreement.

Then there’s traumatic abandonment. I don’t know if that’s an official psychological term, but if it’s not, I’m about to coin it. Traumatic abandonment occurs when someone you have developed a long-term, intimate emotional relationship with suddenly cuts off all communication without warning. It’s being ghosted, but not just by anyone–by someone you love and have a deep attachment to.

Traumatic abandonment leaves a devastation in its wake rivaled only by death–except it’s worse, because at least with death (suicide being the exception), the loved one didn’t choose to leave you.

The stages of grief are similar, though they come with one addition: confusion. First, you are confused. Why aren’t they responding? You make excuses. Maybe they’re just busy. Maybe their battery died. The hours go by and then the days. Maybe they lost their phone. Still nothing. After a few days, it begins to sink in.

Then comes bargaining: once you recognize the person has no intention of responding to you, you keep keep trying. You send text messages trying to fix things. You apologize, or beg for forgiveness, or forgive, or otherwise try to smooth over whatever happened, only to be met with more silence.  Next comes the anger. Why would they do this to you? How could they do this to you? How could anyone, but especially them–this person who said they loved you? How can they just disappear without saying a word?

Weeks begin to pass and the denial begins to work it’s delusion. You tell yourself they’ll come back. You build yourself up with hope. It gets you through the days. Every time your phone buzzes, you think, “Maybe it’s them.” And then you crash each time you see that it isn’t, until it happens enough times that hope becomes cynicism. (continued 👇🏻)

Now that we’re all stuck at home, I’d like to

Now that we’re all stuck at home, I’d like to bring this to your attention.

Are you feeling any of these? And did you realize where they came from?

Take this time to detox.

#coronavirus #capitalism #coronapocalypse #habits #patterns #shadowwork

One of the main goals of spirituality is to ultima

One of the main goals of spirituality is to ultimately arrive at a place of peace, love, and joy for everyone and everything—at least that’s what the mainstream Love and Light crew will tell you.
✳︎
For some of us, that means letting go negative feelings such as anger, rage, and hate.
✳︎
For others, it leads us directly into those parts of ourselves because they are aspects that have been suppressed our entire lives.
✳︎
For me, learning to whole heartedly embrace those emotions and experiences rather than let them fester inside has been a major part of my shadow work over the last two years.
✳︎
Shadow work is an incredibly important part of healing and the process of enlightenment. The only way through which you can reach self-actualization is by claiming yourself whole—including the anger, the rage, and the hate.
✳︎
Mastery comes with the neutral observance of our dark side, not the annihilation of it.
✳︎
Some would tell you that the purpose of the journey is to destroy the ego, but that, too, is a misnomer.
✳︎
To destroy one’s ego would be to destroy all that is human about you—to have identity permanently dissolve into the ether. You would cease to exist as an individual.
✳︎
The ego serves a purpose. Without it, you wouldn’t have the ability to experience life itself. It’s what allows us to see ourselves as separate from the whole, and thus, to come to know ourselves. It’s the mechanism through which we are able to experience being human.
✳︎
Your goal is not to destroy it, but rather, transcend it, gaining the ability to see yourself as both an individual and the whole.
📷: @dreamerssclub

Sometimes, when relationships don’t turn out the

Sometimes, when relationships don’t turn out the way we’d hoped, we try to minimize them by saying things like, “This was just a lesson.” Somehow, by attempting to force a shift in our perception, we think it will lessen the impact of the loss, but in the process, we end up dismissing and invalidating our own emotions and the connection we had with the other person in that relationship.

That doesn’t help you move forward or heal, it’s only helping you bury your pain (and is a form of spiritual bypassing). It’s possible to accept the “lessons” you learned within a relationship while still honoring your place in it.

This person—this mirror—gave you a gift: the opportunity to see yourself. Just because it didn’t unfold the way you imagined it would doesn’t mean that what was there was never real. It was, but for a moment in time. And what is life but impermanent?

You don’t HAVE to measure success or failure by whether or not something continues. In fact, you don’t have to measure success or failure at all.

Perhaps there are no lessons. Only experiences.

6/12/2018 I’ve spent a great deal of my life fe

6/12/2018

I’ve spent a great deal of my life feeling unlovable. I’m not really sure when it began, but I know that in my attempts to compensate for that feeling, I strived to make myself perfect in the eyes of those I desperately wanted to love me.
 But no matter how perfect I became, it was never enough. Relationships still failed. People still disappeared, and I was left wondering what was wrong with me. I’ve never been one to blame others, so I blamed myself instead.

I blamed myself. I hated myself. In my constant search for perfection, I lost myself. I also developed some incredibly self-destructive habits. To compensate for the feeling of being starved for affection, I starved myself.
 The thing I finally came to realize was that it was never me. I was never unlovable. I just fell in love with other people who also believed they were unlovable. And in our mutual brokenness, we continued to break one another.
 As tragic as it sounds, I am grateful for it. It taught me how to love—how to love others and how to love myself. It showed me that true perfection lies not in the unattainable standard put forth by the world, but in our own individuality. Our perfection exists within our vulnerability. Our beauty lies in our ability to love ourselves and each other whole.

I don’t often feel safe. Having my apartment bu

I don’t often feel safe.

Having my apartment burglarized two days ago has brought that fact starkly into my awareness. My home was my shelter, the one place could feel protected. And now that sacred space has been violated, like every other physical boundary I have.

I think not feeling safe comes from never having truly felt protected. By anyone. I’ve been fending for myself for as long as I can remember.

There are so many times when I just want to be held. To cry in someone’s arms and feel completely safe doing it—but I don’t have that luxury.

I caught myself this morning, as I’m processing this latest desecration of my personal space, wondering how to “fix” my “need” of another person.

A misunderstanding of over-simplified spiritual platitudes can lead us to believe that we should never need another person. Especially people like me, who have felt too needy their whole lives and have tried to fix that needy feeling by cutting themselves off from others.

The truth is that human beings are social creatures. We’ve evolved to thrive in community. Close personal bonds are nourishing. And it’s often a lack of closeness and emotional or physical neglect that creates feelings of neediness or feeling as though your own basic emotional needs are too much.

It’s exhausting having to fend for yourself all the time. It was probably exhausting to feel that way as a child. It’s exhausting now. I find myself keeping a constant eye on my surroundings as I walk home from work. I make sure that no one is watching which building I’m going into when I get there. And it doesn’t even matter, because someone came through my window. That someone went through my personal belongings. That someone was IN MY BED where I sleep every night.

It isn’t feasible for me to have to deal with this alone. After 36 years, I’m still trying to allow myself to accept that I have needs, and to convince myself that it’s ok to not want to be alone, especially when things like this happen.

I’m trying to remind myself that basic needs aren’t something to be fixed. There’s nothing wrong with wanting connection or to feel protected, and the very nature of feeling protected requires an other.

Maybe it’s PMS, or maybe I’m just having a bad

Maybe it’s PMS, or maybe I’m just having a bad day, but I currently feel utterly repulsed by Instagram.
✳︎
To be honest, I’ve never really liked it here. Besides the things I post, I don’t even use it for anything beyond looking at memes or reading the occasional astrology or tantra post here and there. I don’t look at anyone’s stories. I don’t watch Instagram TV. I barely interact with other people’s content. Hell, I barely interact with the people who interact with my own content unless it’s one of my friends.
✳︎
I find myself feeling more and more disgusted by anything lacking total authenticity or integrity and I feel like this platform is permeated by people out of alignment with their own truth.
✳︎
In some ways I’m disgusted with the thought of having a platform at all.
✳︎
I’ve tried to maintain an awareness of my motivations for my actions when it comes to spiritually related things, and I told myself that if I ever reached a point where I felt like I had to do something or be something or post something for the sake of other people, and not for myself, then I would need to take a step back.
✳︎
I haven’t reached that point yet, but it has come to feel like a burden, and I have felt a nagging feeling to just let it all go—ALL of it. Not just Instagram or social media. It would be disingenuous of me to continue with something that no longer brings me joy. If I’m being honest, this doesn’t feel good anymore. And particularly with Instagram, I kind of hate it here and always have.
✳︎
I suppose the fact that my entire website was somehow mysteriously deleted from my web server last week is, perhaps, the universe’s way of telling me it’s time. Or at least to evolve into something else.
✳︎
That being said...I think this may be my last post for a while. Maybe ever. I don’t know where I go from here, but I guess we’ll see where the U takes me next. 🤷🏻‍♀️
✳︎
It was fun while it lasted. I grew a hell of a lot. So much so, I’m not who I was when I started. I guess that means I get to start over, somewhere else, as someone new.
✳︎
Maybe I’ll meet you there one day.
✳︎
—Ash

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