This ring holds more than lapis—it holds memory, mystery, and the quiet shimmer of soul. I was eight when my parents divorced. My father moved to Virginia with the Navy, and my new stepmother brought me to the Edgar Cayce Foundation. That’s where it all began—my love for stones. A woman there told me, “Hold it in your hand. If it gets warm, it’s meant for you.” She said the stone would awaken something in me, just as I would awaken something in it. That was the day I met lapis lazuli. I decided then it was my spiritual stone. I’ve carried lapis with me through every chapter of my life—its deep, celestial blue speckled with gold like constellations, like the whole universe collapsed into a gem. To me, lapis is where the souls live—the ones who have passed and the ones still waiting. All of them, dancing. The Wings of Wisdom ring frames that ancient stone between two golden butterflies. In many traditions, butterflies are messengers from the spirit world. After my mother passed six y...