12/09/2025
I still can’t quite believe that Mum is gone. In June, she left us suddenly, almost mid-sentence, still doing what she had always done — giving her time, her counsel, her heart to others. Even on the very day she collapsed, she was counselling my patients, offering her wisdom as naturally as she breathed.
Only now, walking into her little shop, do I truly see what she built and left behind. A place of quiet healing, lined with crystals and stones, each one carrying a story, a fragment of the earth’s own memory. When she was alive, I never really noticed the colours — somehow they seemed like the background to her. It was her presence that filled the room, her warmth that outshone everything else.
But now, as I stand where she once stood, the crystals blaze with colour. I see them through her eyes: the earth’s flesh and bones transformed into beauty, meaning, and medicine for the soul. She left behind volumes of her study, tracing where each stone came from and what mankind has believed about its power across time.
And I realise: she was a bridge between people and the earth itself. She reminded us that healing doesn’t always come from medicine, but from connection — to each other, to the world beneath our feet, and to the wisdom carved deep into stone.
Her shop is still here, filled with indescribable beauty. But more than that, her legacy is here, shining through those who she touched. And every time I notice a crystal, every time I hold a stone in my hand, I remember her — and the way she could make the earth itself feel like a friend.
