I went looking for jade for wealth.
Weeks of searching led me nowhere, too small, too showy, too much gold. And then I stopped on a piece I hadn’t been looking for: white jade with apple green, described as grounding for carers. It felt less like I chose it and more like it chose me. Perhaps the universe has a broader definition of wealth: steadiness, endurance, the ability to hold when life tilts.
I washed it under running water, kissed it for luck. A quiet ritual of alignment. And then reality intervened, the bail is too small for a heavier chain. Practicality reminding me that even grounding needs adjustment.
Yesterday, I was approved to attend a RAP learning circle, an honour. One step forward. And yet at home, the personal side quietly crumbles. Surging forward at work while ten steps back play out in the background.
Caregiving is rarely visible. It demands stamina, restraint, and clarity……..and even when we are chosen for roles or meaning, the weight remains.
Perhaps this is the jade I was meant to find: not wealth as accumulation, but wealth as grounding. Not abundance as excess, but abundance as responsibility.
Interesting, to say the least.
The Lady in the Back Row 