Dagny Solheim 
I spent six years leaning over a microscope in a grading lab, and if there is one thing that makes my skin crawl, it is the way the internet tries to turn geology into a fairy tale. You’ll see listings for “high-vibration rose quartz” or “ethically sourced magic” that completely ignore the actual chemistry of … Read more
I’ve spent enough hours hunched over a microscope in a dim lab to know that most “spiritual” advice is just expensive fluff designed to make you buy a stone you don’t actually need. I often see people getting lost in a thicket of jargon, trying to figure out what a ruling planet is and why … Read more
I spent six years hunched over a microscope in a grading lab, and if there is one thing that gets under my skin, it’s the way the market wraps certain stones in layers of unnecessary mysticism. You’ll see sellers using flowery, spiritual language to justify a massive markup, as if the stone itself has a … Read more
I spent six years in a grading lab where the air felt recycled and the light was always too clinical, staring through a loupe until my eyes burned. I’ve seen people pay astronomical sums for stones that were nothing more than clever lab-grown tricks, all because they were chasing a specific aesthetic. When people talk … Read more
I spent six years hunched over a microscope in a grading lab, staring at inclusions until my eyes burned, and if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that people love to sell a feeling as if it were a chemical property. You’ll see shops claiming that certain gems are vibrating with solar energy, or … Read more
I spent six years in a grading lab, hunched over a microscope until my neck ached, looking at things most people only see in glossy catalogs. I’ve seen enough “miracle” stones to know that the marketing around jupiter and the stones tied to it is often more inflated than the crystals themselves. You’ll see vendors … Read more
I was sitting on a granite outcrop near Bergen last autumn, the air tasting of salt and upcoming frost, when I felt that sudden, sickening lightness against my collarbone. I reached up, expecting the familiar weight of my labradorite, but found only an empty chain. It wasn’t some grand, mystical disappearance; it was just a … Read more