SELENE the Titan has the power to give sleep and to light the night. She has control over time, and like the moon itself, she is ever-changing. Makes perfect sense then that Selenite imbues rejuvenation, intuition, manifestation magic and divine feminine energy. Selenite recharges you and other crystals, she will help you realign yourself with her steady energy - Light n steady is her vibe, growing at an insanely slow pace, (like 2 mm every 80 years or something - But don't freak out about owning some, it is also one of the most common minerals on earth - You're good.
This beautiful Selenite is capped in sterling silver with a cheeky carnialian. It is one off, of course.
From our AW19 collection: The Moon and The Yew Tree
Inspired by the Sylvia Plath's poem:
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky — Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. How I would like to believe in tenderness – The face of the effigy, gentled by candles, Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews, Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild. And the message of the yew tree is blackness – blackness and silence.