Prisms have always fascinated me sense I was a child. I remember a very much older woman who came to stay in the empty apartment in the 'Bonavesta' apartment building when I was about 5 years old. She never spoke to anyone except me, inviting me in for cookies and chat. She stayed only there a few weeks before disappearing with all her things, giving me a rhinestone necklace to remember her by.
All her belongings were packed into cardboard boxes around her as we
would set facing each other in her flat. She wanted me to pick a princess name so the name was Princess Patrica Marie when we had our tea with raisin scones, dressing in our best the chat. The woman told me many stories
about her family, stopping occasionally to pick through her boxes to
show me varies items she had collected over her life. One was a
crystal lamp with cut crystal 'tear drops' which hang off it. When
placed in the sun lit window, showed beautiful prisms of colors on
the rooms walls. She told me these were healing lamps and the colors
made people feel better, just by looking at them.
Now, many years later, I still love prisms. I keep them in the window of my
meditation room, basking in the healing colors.
