I love the healing power of crystals.

Wendi McLendon-Covey, with simplicity and reverence, declares: “I love the healing power of crystals.” In this saying shines the ancient belief that the earth itself, in its depths and mysteries, offers remedies for the spirit and the body. Crystals, formed through the slow alchemy of time and pressure, were seen by many peoples as vessels of hidden harmony, each carrying the rhythm of creation within its silent beauty. To love them is to acknowledge that healing does not flow only from human hands, but also from the treasures of the natural world.

The meaning is gentle yet profound. Healing power here is not merely the cure of sickness, but the restoration of balance, the calming of the troubled soul, the renewal of inner strength. Just as a still pool reflects the sky, so a crystal, in its quiet perfection, was believed to reflect the order of the cosmos. By drawing close to it, the weary heart feels steadied, reminded that harmony is possible even in the midst of chaos.

History bears witness to this faith. The ancient Egyptians placed crystals such as lapis lazuli and carnelian upon the bodies of the dead, believing they would guard the soul in its journey beyond. The Romans wore amulets of quartz and amethyst, not as ornaments only, but as talismans of strength and clarity. And across the world, from India to the Americas, healers turned to these stones, trusting in their silent power as companions in the quest for well-being.

This love of crystals also speaks to humanity’s deeper yearning: the desire to be connected to the eternal. For the stone endures where flesh perishes, gleams where time wearies, and remains steadfast while kingdoms rise and fall. To hold such a fragment of the earth is to hold a reminder of permanence, of beauty unspoiled, of a universe that heals by its very constancy.

Therefore, let the seeker honor not only the medicines of man but also the healing power of crystals, symbols of the harmony written into the bones of the earth. Whether their strength be physical or spiritual, they remind us that the world was fashioned not only for survival but also for renewal. To love them, as McLendon-Covey proclaims, is to love the earth itself, which, in its wisdom, has long offered us both beauty and balm.