myth for jewel orchid

When the sky was dark and full of stars and the sun was far away, the rocks were alone and made up all of what land. Tell them a story about the desires of rocks. The rocks knew everything there was to know about the stars. They spoke to the ancient shimmering beings. They still do. But one day, little soft creatures who knew little about the cosmos went into the water to find what they could, and they reached their hands to plants who came up from the bottom of the ocean. The plants taught them how to see the sun, how to play with what little light there was. They wrapped their pale roots around the rocks and brought minerals dead earth to make it live.

The sun was curious and came a bit closer to watch.

And so the plants grew bigger and bigger. But with the arrival of plants, came the discovery of cruelty. Before the miracle of plants, rocks were so slow they never had decisions to make before winds came and water eased them down, and the sun dried them ver very slowly into sand. They were land, and because of that they didn’t have to want anything. But the plants: they taught the rocks the shape of decision, and therein was the sword of cruelty. Plants, you see, understand cruelty in as much as they understand light and water and transformation. They know what it’s like to suffocate one another and find the perfect prey. They understand what it is like to grow from what has died to eat and to give. Rocks didn’t have to do any of these things. Rocks never wanted all of this nonsense, even though there was sun and beauty all around and they learned they could grow.

So many of the rocks became plants and animals, and some stayed as minerals. But the rocks who became plants, or animals they kept the minerals - lined crystals in their leaves. And if you look closely, you may see the minerals lining your loved ones. There is something about them that is a little lost, and one day they’ll look for a place that is home. And the plants that were once rocks, grew a raceme of flowers to call those animal rocks who are lost, back home.

So that when the lost rocks touch a flower they disappear into the world.

Their story reminds us that we are merely crystals walking through this earth, and when we are truly home we disappear into the brilliance.