The crystal tomb necklace. Part II.



The crystal tomb necklace. Part II.


A quartz crystal pyramid resides in a handmade sterling bezel, cradled by four delicate yet sharp sparrow claws and complemented with my favorite sterling bar link chain, a design reminiscent of both the pattern of rosary beads and tiny bones.

The first incarnation of this necklace was released on the anniversary of the passing of someone who was very integral in forming my imagination. In this way this piece, like it's previous version is a mourning piece, the crystal a transmutation of memories, beauty and grief while the claws refer to the link between worlds. This truly is a stunning object, & is a limited edition talisman.

Bezel and claws are oxidized to achieve my signature shade of gloomy gray.
The crystal measures approximately 1 inch tall and 1 1/4 inch wide, but please understand that because these crystals are each cut by hand, their size will vary slightly.
Please understand also that the color of each crystal will vary, however each one will possess these beautiful qualities that this crystal is known for.

Chain is oxidized to match at 18 inches long to reside over the heart.


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***This is handmade to order, just for you! Please allow approximately 6 WEEKS for creation and shipment.

Please understand that the color & size of each crystal will vary, however each one will possess these beautiful qualities that this crystal is known for.

On death- Kahlil Gibran

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.