Sometimes you forget important facts from your past. Not sure if it has to do with the general memory capacity, selective memory or pure denial. Anyway, I was going through some stuff I had forgotten that I had. Ehrm.
When I was little I had a huge drawer under my bed basically filled with pretty stones that I had collected from all corners of Sweden. At some point the collection had grown rather massive and I was forced to do something about it. I decided to only keep the REALLY special ones. In a REALLY special box (I made the box in school).
Okay, so I’ve bought many of them… Pieces of Amethyst just don’t lay around mountain trails like that. Unfortunately. (I’ve spent years checking). I found one once. Off the trail it was, with rocks everywhere. It had like a purple eye just looking at me. It was too big for me to dig loose though and I was falling behind my family. We tried to find it again on our way back, which was of course impossible. I still wish I had tried harder.
And this convenient map of gemstones was stuffed away. So you see, the stone obsession isn’t exactly new. It’s just been resting for a few years (15). Waiting for the perfect time to surface again.