Avarae

💎 Avarae 

Stones: Amethyst + Mexican Lace Agate

Adorned With: Blue Rose Quartz Beads

Metal: Pure Copper

🔮 Description

Born beneath rhythm and reflection, Avarae carries the quiet ache of something once divine. Hand-woven in copper, her heart reveals rippling lines of lilac and clouded cream — like emotion fossilized in stone. The curves of her weave move like soundwaves of a kept secret, grounding what words never said.

Blue rose quartz beads soften her edges — love’s gentlest frequency — while the copper hums like heartbeat against skin, amplifying both clarity and connection.

Avarae is for the ones who feel everything deeply and still move like poetry through the ache.

💠 Metaphysical Properties

Amethyst:

• Soothes emotional turbulence and strengthens intuition.

• Balances mind and spirit, opening the crown chakra to higher peace.

• Protects against overthinking and psychic exhaustion.

Mexican Lace Agate:

• Grounds the spirit with soft confidence and patience.

• Encourages acceptance of cycles — change, loss, and renewal.

• Connects the heart to stability without dulling its sensitivity.

Blue Rose Quartz Beads:

• Rare vibration of peace and gentle communication.

• Heals the throat and heart chakras in tandem, allowing you to speak softness without fear.

• Restores compassion where love once fractured.

Together:

Amethyst and Mexican Lace Agate weave the paradox of stillness within movement. The Amethyst uplifts; the Agate anchors. With Blue Rose Quartz as mediator, the trio teaches emotional discernment — how to love without losing self.

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🕯️ Poetic Signature

Avarae — 

She hums in hues the sky forgot to name,

folded between pulse and prayer.

Copper threads move like whispered confessions,

weaving rivers that never learned returning.

She tastes of stormwater and sweet incense,

a memory that refused to wither.

Every curve of her heart holds an echo —

not of love, but of its prelude.

You’ll see blue where devotion drowned softly,

and violet where the truth refused to wane.

She’s stitched in the language of almostness —

belonging to no altar,

yet worshiped all the same.

Avarae breathes where hunger hides,

a relic of touch

that miscalled need for forever. 

....Jewels