This curious thing is actually at the office, not around the house.  It is an amethyst; it sits on my desk. Greek physicians believed amethyst absorbed negativism and sadness. They used it in treating depression.  A therapist gave me this stone, stating with all the negativism I encounter it should be a boulder.  He also gave me instructions to wash it in salt from time to time, to leach out the absorbed negativism.  I’ve never done this; I suspect it is quite saturated with depression and no good anymore as as a psychic room-sanitizer.

Over the years, a few patients have given me stones and crystals for my ‘rock garden’ on the shelf.  I have several around the office. This is a good thing, for I am partial to stones, metals, and (mostly) rocks. Even my name conveys a wellness from rocks. I don’t press them to my body, or wear them for treatment, but I feel better having some around me.

I know of a song that starts with “Stone and Sea are deep in life….”.   I am apt to recite this whenever I feel a need for strength.

I am especially fond of hematite, which is oxidized iron. When I was a boy, my uncle/godfather called me “Iron Mike” a nickname I still enjoy.  It sounds butch and masculine, but mostly it sound solid.  I like to aim for this; steadfast and solid, with the ability to withstand fire, floods, and assaults.

Like the rocks at Stonehenge nothing knocks me down.  Or so I hope.