Not a Rocky Road

Over the weekend I had the great fun despite nursing a hangover to be surrounded by magical stones and a gem of a person who I hadn't seen for a long time but was always meaning to do so (you know how things are). In a most definitely New Age-y type of store, there was to be had in exchange for some mere rubles the whole of mystical civilization and the realms of the unknown.  It was a lot of yucks to be reading all the descriptions of the various ways that the rocks, gems and et cetera were supposed to function, trying to believe in the efficacy of each (and doubting it more than a politician's half baked speech come election time), but perhaps that is because I treated it with much less than the respect that it deserves.  Perhaps another time, when I am feeling the aura or when the stars align, but until then it was all in good fun to look at some pretty rocks.