Boring Rainbow

This week began overlapped with last, when my doctor told me to work on my bones.

I need more crystals in them and all of the calcium that tags along.

Silica is important for bone health. It helps create elasticity. It helps slow down reabsorption of bones. It helps bones all around. It builds them, even. And it rebuilds them. And it makes quartz crystals.

Quartz crystals are silica and vice versa. Amazing.

I had a dream where I went down a long, winding staircase and fell into a pile of quartz crystals. And, in the crystals, there was a tiny mouse house–a project I’m working on.

My confidant brings this dream up a lot, and uses it for metaphor. Uses it for life. And she brought it up again when I told her about this journey of my bones and keeping them healthy and wanted, used and loved.

She said that bones, like crystals, need pressure to grow.

And I suggested that, as I drink Nettle Infusions, I’m drinking liquid crystals. Because technically, I am. Nettle Infusions, along with being flush with calcium, are full of silica and that, my friends, is quartz water, and those tiny, miniscule bits of quartz, are going into my skeleton.

She will be beautiful, glittery, strong.

If you take the wrong calcium, and if you take it without the right complimentary vitamins (K, is it?) it will build up in your heart, like an eggshell in the arteries. No one wants that.

But if you drink it, like in a Nettle Infusion, then it will go where it needs to go. So that’s what I’m doing. It’s a fall-back to my youth, when I used to drink the stuff every single day.

I even gathered a bunch in Italy, in Terni, a city that’s been traumatized with heavy metals. Those nettles were small and yellowish and didn’t grow well, and I was too afraid to use them. So we took them home and let them go.

This crystal drinking, Nettle Drinking, is a return to Susan Weed and natural wonder, and a return to my youth, when I believed in living more with nature and eating well and living as a city person with a touch of hippy, which makes sense. That’s the Bay Area. When I was young it was still full of the old hippies who lived in it like crystals in rocks. Diamonds in the rough.

At first I was really traumatized by this lack of crystals and calcium and minerals in my bones, but upon looking further into it, I now know it will all be fine. Though I did ask my doctor on Monday if I was going to die from lack of bones. He said, “It’s reversible. You will not die.”

A youtuber who I like takes massive pills every day throughout the day. And she breaks down all the calcium you need and lists the bottles and where to buy them and when to take. And yet, drinking three tiny cups of Nettle Pond Crystal Water is almost the same or better than what she does.

If you broke down all of the elements, the vitamins, the minerals, you’d get the same as her calcium pills three times a day. You’d also get a reservoir of other elements and your body will soak it up like a desert after the rain.

And I can’t take a thousand million pills a day for calcium and don’t want eggshells in my heart. So.

Making crystal juice. Adding my own red clover gathered and dried from my own garden… last year.

Imagine my shock when I looked in the pantry and saw, among our teas, dried mushrooms, crystal bowls, jars of dried red clover, white clover, poppies, dandelion leaves, and even a small container of four leaf clovers.

I have so many I thought I’d dry and use them. Drink them up.

Last week I found four four-leaf clovers in about two seconds. Then I gave our babysitter one. Then, since I’d given her one, I went out to find three more. Six in hand I amazed her as if I’d just tamed a lion.

She watched me put them in the book to dry. Then I showed her my already dried ones, and how I was drinking them in tea for Good Luck. Or, I did a few times. Thought I would more.

We all have our own little things. My heart is full of rainbows. Some lineage somewhere is Irish. And I have crystals in my bones.

So do you, hopefully.