A Letter to Obsidian: Rediscovering My Worth Through Earth's Truth-Teller
Black as cosmic night, sharp as sacred truth, cold as forgotten tears – how is it that volcanic glass became my softest mirror? This letter barely contains the gratitude pulsing through me, but I'll try. To the stone that rewired my soul's compass. To you, Obsidian.
The Fracture Before the Reflection
When we first met, I thought you were merely beautiful – a glossy black bracelet I bought during my "healing era," paired with delicate flower-pendant bracelets that felt safer. I didn't know you were about to become my spiritual surgery.
"Obsidian doesn't decorate. It operates."
– Crystal Wisdom Oral Tradition
Your Volcanic Truth Serum
For months, you worked like molecular sandpaper – stripping away the stories I'd lacquered over my bones. That corporate layoff wasn't "divine timing," was it? My "funny" self-deprecation – actually internalized shame. You mirrored what my golden Pixiu prosperity bracelets couldn't fix: Worth isn't manifested. It's excavated.
The Anatomy of an Awakening
Week 3 with you: I dreamt of pulling glass shards from my throat. Week 7: I finally cried over my father's funeral – 14 years delayed. Week 12: Let a lover touch my stretch marks without flinching. Obsidian, you surgical beam of earth-light:
- In your glossy face, I saw childhood wounds fossilized into "I'm too much"
- In your blade-sharp edges, felt the protection to stop people-pleasing
- In your volcanic birth, remembered I too am forged through pressure
Your Metaphysical Scalpel
Reiki masters say you work on the root chakra; psychologists might call you a cognitive behavioral therapist. When I paired you with bohemian wooden beads, their earthy warmth eased your intensity. But it was your unflinching gaze that rebuilt me:
"Not 'am I worthy?' but 'I am the one who decides worth.'"
The Shadow Work Couture
Now I wear you like sacred armor – an obsidian arrowhead pendant resting where my collarbones betray nervous flutters. When anxiety whispers "smaller," your weight says "authentic." When shame hisses "hide," your mirror surface shows warrior cheekbones I hadn't noticed since 22.
And when I need softness? I layer you with Guatemalan jade bracelets – their gentle green harmonizing your black, teaching balance between truth and compassion.
The New Ritual
Morning meditation: You in left hand, rose quartz in right. Breathing in your volcanic fire to incinerate limitations. Breathing out pink light to heal the scorched earth. Finally understanding: self-worth isn't built on ash – it's the phoenix that rises from it.
To Those Reading With Shaky Hands
If this resonates like a struck singing bowl:
- Let Obsidian unplug your emotional septic tank (warning: it's fragrant work)
- Ground with black tourmaline when overwhelmed
- After breakthroughs, bathe in moonlit selenite
Our society sells self-worth as something to buy, diet into, or manifest. Obsidian knows better. It demands: "Cut the roots choking your light. I'll show you where."
With Eternal Volcanic Gratitude,
Someone learning to recognize her reflection
(And still wearing the same smudged eyeliner from happy tears)
Crystal Companions for Obsidian Work
Pair your obsidian with these nurturing stones:
- Rose Quartz – For heart healing after truth bombs
- Lepidolite – Stabilizes emotional aftershocks
- Citrine – Reignites joy post-shadow work
