What I brought back from Gibson Island, besides stories of some amazing, beautiful, strong women:
this 2-1/2 lb. chunk of rose quartz. I would think twice about taking it today. Back then, it was a tangible symbol of the powerful feminine for me. Today when I picked it up to photograph, it had the same weighty presence, iridescence, soft color, sharp edges. Perhaps even a ghost of the spider egg casings that I found clinging to it 30 years ago.
