At eve, when all is still, Save the soft-sighing wind or evening bird, How the home voices through my spirit thrill, Till all its depths are stirred.           The Language of Gems, Miss H.J. Woodman I’d like to share one of my favourite meditations with you. The journey to the crystal cave. I have practised...

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