Chohua Jasper...the feeling that touches me when I gaze at this stone...
is filled with visions of great wide open plains...
hand stitched leather fringe headdresses...
meticulously and intricately beaded medicine bags and neck pouches...
fresh feathers adorning almost everything, uniting the richness and vitality of nature and the circle of life...
great, powerful weapons, welded by men with great prowess.
yes, chohua jasper is the perfect stone for me to channel my inner native american, whose culture has fascinated me ever since I can remember. I used to stick feathers in my hair and holler chants around a pretend fire cooking dandelion medicine soup when I was a child. I was given a indian seed-bead loom at the age of 7, and feaverishly wove necklaces and bracelets until my fingers fell off.
yes, the second I laid eyes on this gorgeous grey stone with bleeding crimson splashes, I knew exactly what it was going to become.
