I’ve been wanting to talk about this stone for a very long time but there is limited caption space and I fear I will not do it justice. I want to tell you so much but here is what there is room for… This stone has many names and unfortunately some them are not correct. Most often called Tiffany Stone or Opalized Fluorite; this stone has so many conflicting stories it could make someone’s head spin. It maybe because of the tornado mixture of earth medicine spiraling together to make up this storm of beauty. That is the best way to describe Tiffany because like a storm she gives an opportunity to clear a path and declutter through the mountains of chaos. Be it material things in your life that block your path to the door or the emotion and energetic clutter blocking you from the new path that you have been walled away from. When I was young, one of my adventures took me on a 3 week adventure in Utah. From Indian Creek to the Bonneville Salt Flats and a thousand faces in between. When I was young there wasn’t social media or even cell phone photography, having only a pager, my third eye was awake. The painted rocks were alive with color and the salts displayed every pale shade of white to grays to their matching opaque twins. We had a friend that obliged as a guide and he took us throughout the state. Wildlife Preserves to Springs; we crossed the state almost three times. I remember passing the edge of Skull Valley and coming up on a several RV’s selling rocks and jewelry. We stopped in on the band and spoke for some hours it seemed. Tables of rocks they mined and jewelry they had southern tribe jewelers make with their mined stones. They knew where each stone was mined and the stories that accompanied. Shaped fetish and silver rings with pieces of Utah belonging to their center stage like a picture in a frame. This was the first time I saw Tiffany Stone and the old man sitting at the end of the table told me where it came from and the medicine that returned it. A story about two rocks touching high in the sky and the open blue above raining salt to cure the spirits that walk the valley floor. One of my friend’s that came with me didn’t see the colorful shades of life pulsating like I did that trip. She says my tetrachromacy is the reason for my vibrant description of that life as we walked a carpet of every color provided by nature’s bloom. I blame Tiffany. Opening the car door and stepping onto the the Utah ground was like Dorthy opening her tornado wrecked front door and witnessing the colorful Munchkin county in the land of Oz. Tiffany was that tornado. Through her doors open a world of color.
