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Mountain Rose Trading

Helping people remember who they are through stories, jewelry, nature, and the magic hidden in ordinary life. Welcome to the Realm.

For about 6 years my mother has been begging me to make a webpage. Well here it is, Mountain Rose is a small native american business run out of out home. We make everything we sell by hand because that is what we believe true quality is made from... our hands. We make anything you can think of in the Native American world and a few things outside of it too. We make soaps and candles leather work

and cloth work, we work with beads and bone and everything we make is truly one of a kind. We are proud of our little business and we hope to share our passion with you.

08/20/2026

✨ REALM-TENDING TREASURE HUNT — FRIDAY & SATURDAY! ✨
aka... garage sale

I've been tending the Realm, moving things around, making room for what's becoming—and I've discovered that apparently I have enough treasures tucked away to stock a small kingdom. 😂

So I'm opening the garage and letting some of them find their next homes!
This is less ordinary garage sale and more come poke around and see what you discover.

There will be: a microwave • lamps • kitchenware • glass dishes • household treasures • office items, and office chair • jewelry displays • beads and jewelry-making supplies • craft supplies • electronics • DVDs • retail racks and displays • and an enormous assortment of things I have apparently collected over the years and no longer need to tend. 😂

There are lots of inexpensive treasures, some larger pieces, and I'll keep bringing things out and adding to the sale as I go—so you never know what might appear.

I'll also have some Mountain Rose Trading jewelry and creations set up for anyone who wants to wander through those treasures too. ✨

Friday & Saturday

10am until 6pm
165 Fallen Bear On
Libby, MT

Take 2 towards Kalispell
Left on hammer cut off
Right on champion haul rd
(the bottom of the hill)
1/2 mile down left on Fallen Bear On

Come treasure hunt in the Realm. ❤️
Take home something that wants a new life, help me make some room for what's coming next, and maybe find something you didn't know you needed until you saw it.

Please share with anyone who loves a good treasure hunt!

08/17/2026

✨ CRAZY LACE AGATE IN STERLING SILVER ✨
The Place Where the Path Becomes Home

Once, a little path wandered for so long that it forgot it had ever been looking for anything.

It had curved around mountains.

Doubled back through valleys.

Stopped beside streams for absolutely no practical reason.

Taken several detours that the Beige Committee had documented extensively.

And one afternoon, the little path came around the side of a hill and stopped.

There was nothing particularly remarkable there.

No sign.

No gate.

No booming voice from the heavens announcing:

YOU HAVE ARRIVED.

There was simply a patch of earth warmed by the sun.

The little path stood there for a while.

Then it sat down.

The Mountain noticed.

"Are you lost?" asked the Mountain.

"I don't think so," said the path.

"Where are you going?"

The path thought about that.

"I don't know."

The Mountain waited.

Mountains are very good at that.

Eventually the little path looked around.

There were layers of stone beneath it, laid down one upon another through ages it could not count.

There were old lines and new lines.

Places where the earth had shifted.

Places where something had broken.

Places where something entirely unexpected had grown through.

And somehow, none of it looked wrong.

It looked like a life.

"Oh," whispered the little path.

The Mountain rumbled softly.

"What?"

"I thought all those turns were keeping me from getting here."

"And now?"

The little path looked behind itself.

Every curve was still there.

Every ridiculous loop.

Every place it had changed its mind.

Every place it had stopped.

Every place it had begun again.

And suddenly the path understood.

There had never been a road leading to its life.

The road WAS its life.

The little path became very quiet.

Then it did something paths almost never do.

It stopped trying to get somewhere.

And the place beneath it became home.

That is why some Crazy Lace Agates in the Realm look like tiny landscapes held in silver.

They carry the layers.

The turns.

The places where one thing became another.

They do not ask you to straighten any of it.

They simply whisper:

Look how beautiful the whole thing became.

Not despite the winding.

Because of it.

And perhaps arriving was never about finally reaching the place you were supposed to be.

Perhaps arriving is the moment you look at the strange, layered, crooked, magnificent path behind you and realize—

I was here all along.

✨ Crazy Lace Agate in Sterling Silver ✨

Earrings — $95
Necklace — $125
Complete Set — $205

Handcrafted by
Mountain Rose Trading

08/17/2026

🌙 CRAZY LACE AGATE IN SILVER 🌙
The Dancing Path

Once, a little path discovered that it did not have to go straight.

This was wonderful news.

Unfortunately, the little path misunderstood.

“So I can go anywhere?”

“Yes,” said the Moon.

“ANYWHERE?”

The Moon considered this.

“Yes.”

And that was probably where things got out of hand.

The little path went around a tree simply because it liked the tree.

It wandered down toward the water because the Moon was making glitter on the pond.

It curled around a stone.

It doubled back to investigate something it had already passed.

And at one point it made an entirely unnecessary loop because, frankly, it felt like it.

“You know,” said the Moon, “you aren't actually getting anywhere.”

“I know!” cried the path happily.

And it kept going.

Eventually the path noticed something peculiar.

Everywhere it wandered, moonlight followed.

Across the curves.

Around the circles.

Into the places where it couldn't see what came next.

The path stopped.

“How do you know where I'm going?”

“I don't,” said the Moon.

The path was astonished.

“But you're lighting my way.”

“No,” said the Moon gently. “I'm lighting where you are.”

Oh.

That was different.

The little path had always thought light was supposed to show what came next.

Instead, the Moon was illuminating this step.

And this one.

And this ridiculous little detour over here.

The path began moving again.

But now it wasn't searching for the way.

It was dancing with the light.

And every time it turned, the silver light moved with it.

That is why Crazy Lace sometimes hangs from long silver chains in the Realm.

Because some stones aren't meant to sit still.

They swing.

They shimmer.

They change depending upon where you're standing.

And perhaps they remind us that we can, too.

You don't always need to know where the path leads.

Sometimes there is enough light for where you are.

Sometimes there is enough freedom to wander.

And sometimes the sacred thing isn't finding the path at all.

Sometimes the sacred thing is dancing on it.

🌙 CRAZY LACE AGATE IN SILVER 🌙

For the ones learning that they don't need to know where they're going to dance with where they are.

✨ Earrings — $95
✨ Necklace — $125
✨ Complete Set — $205

Mountain Rose Trading

08/17/2026

🌹 CRAZY LACE AGATE IN ROSE GOLD 🌹
The Path That Refused to Behave

Once there was a little path that had been told it was supposed to go straight.

So it tried.

Oh, how it tried.

But there was a flower over there.

And a very interesting rock over here.

And then a squirrel had something extremely important to say.

And somewhere along the way there was a puddle that absolutely required jumping in.

By evening, the little path had looped and curled and wandered so thoroughly that it was quite certain it had failed.

“I was supposed to get somewhere,” it whispered.

The Mountain looked down at the little path.

“You did.”

The path looked around.

“But I'm right here.”

“Yes,” said the Mountain.

“And I went in circles.”

“Yes.”

“I doubled back.”

“You did.”

“I got distracted.”

“Repeatedly.”

There was a small noise from a nearby tree that sounded suspiciously like a squirrel agreeing.

The little path sighed.

“Then how can you say I got where I was going?”

And the Mountain said,

“Because you think the purpose of a path is to arrive.”

The little path waited.

“The purpose of a path,” said the Mountain, “is to live what is along it.”

And suddenly the little path looked behind itself.

There were flowers it would never have seen had it gone straight.

There were stones it had touched.

There were creatures whose lives had crossed its own.

There were places where it had rested.

Places where it had danced.

Places where it had gotten completely, magnificently lost.

And running through all of it was a thin shimmering thread of rose-gold light.

“What is that?” the little path whispered.

“That,” said the Mountain, “is Love.”

“But it wasn't there when I started.”

The Mountain laughed.

“Oh, little one. Look again.”

And the path did.

The rose-gold thread had been there from the very beginning.

Through every loop.

Every interruption.

Every ridiculous detour.

Every place the path had been certain it was doing life incorrectly.

Love had never asked it to straighten.

Love had simply traveled with it.

And that is how Crazy Lace came to the Realm.

Not to show us the way forward.

But to remind us that a life does not have to be straight to be sacred.

Sometimes the wandering is the way.

Sometimes the detour contains the treasure.

Sometimes the circles are how we remember.

And sometimes, if you look closely enough at the beautiful, ridiculous tangle of where you've been—

you discover that Love was woven through the whole damn thing.

🌹 CRAZY LACE AGATE IN ROSE GOLD 🌹

For the ones whose lives refused to travel in straight lines.

✨ Earrings — $111
✨ Necklace — $175
✨ Complete Set — $265

Mountain Rose Trading
Healing & Arts

08/17/2026

🔥 THE EMBER REMEMBERS THE SUN 🔥

Once, very early in the morning, before even the squirrels had begun arguing about whose turn it was to belay, a tiny ember sat beneath the ashes of an old fire.

She had been there all night.

The great flames were gone.
The wood had fallen quiet.
And everything around her had become gray.

The little ember looked at herself and worried.

“I think my fire has gone out.”

The Sun, who was just beginning to peek over Red Mountain, heard her.

“Has it?” asked the Sun.

The ember looked again.

There was no flame leaping from her. No great blaze. Nothing anyone across the Realm would notice.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t look much like fire anymore.”

And the Sun smiled.

“Little one, you have confused burning brightly with being alive.”

The ember was very still.

Because sometimes a truth arrives so quietly that you have to stop moving to hear it.

“But what am I supposed to do?” she asked.

“Nothing yet,” said the Sun. “First, remember.”

So the little ember remembered.

She remembered the tree that had grown toward sunlight.

She remembered the hands that had gathered the wood.

She remembered the spark.

She remembered warmth and laughter and stories told beside the fire.

And somewhere inside her, beneath all that gray ash—

orange appeared.

Just a speck.

Then another.

The ember gasped.

“There I am.”

“There you are,” said the Sun.

And then something very peculiar happened.

A thin thread of golden light came down from the morning sky and touched the little ember.

It did not give her fire.

It did not make her stronger.

It did not tell her what she ought to become.

It simply surrounded what was already there.

And the ember understood.

She had never been separated from the Sun at all.

The same ancient warmth lived in both of them.

“What do I do now?” she asked.

The Sun laughed.

“Whatever you choose.”

And that was when the ember became Carnelian.

Not a stone of hurry.

Not a stone that shouts, “Do more. Try harder. Keep going.”

Carnelian carries a much older remembering:

There is a fire that comes from being driven,
and there is a fire that comes from within.

One consumes you.

The other belongs to you.

So when Carnelian comes into the Realm, wrapped in circles of gold and dangling beside your ears, perhaps she is there to whisper:

Listen for the little ember.

And when she rests against you on her golden chain:

Remember what you want.

You do not need someone else’s fire beneath your feet.

You do not need to become the Sun.

You need only find the tiny orange glow that is still yours.

And when you find it—

move.

Not because you should.

Not because you must.

Not because someone is waiting for you to prove that you are good.

Move because something inside you has whispered,

“There I am.”

And perhaps that is why Carnelian glows the way she does.

Because the ember remembers the Sun.

And eventually—

she remembers that she was never without its light.

—From the Realm at Mountain Rose Trading

CARNELIAN & GOLD

Earrings — $105
Necklace — $145
Complete Set — $235

08/17/2026

THE BLUE HAWK
Blue Hawk’s Eye & Gold

Hawk had been circling the Realm all morning.

Not calling.
Not diving.
Just circling.

Finally, the Woman looked up.

“I see you,” she said.

Hawk tipped one wing toward the sun.

For the briefest moment, something flashed beneath his feathers—not brown, not black, but the deepest blue, streaked with gold.

And then he was gone.

At the Woman’s feet lay a small round stone.

She picked it up.

It looked almost dark in her palm until she turned it toward the sunlight.

Then the blue appeared.

And inside the blue, gold moved.

“Oh,” she whispered.

Hawk called from somewhere beyond the trees.

“Some messages can only be seen when the light catches them.”

The Woman laughed.

“That’s terribly inconvenient.”

Hawk called again.

She knew that particular call.

There was more.

So she waited.

She did not chase him.
She did not demand the rest of the message.

She simply turned the little stone slowly in her hand.

Dark.
Blue.
Gold.
Dark again.

And suddenly she understood.

The message had not disappeared when she could no longer see the gold.

It was still there.

Hawk had not come to tell her what to do.

He had come to remind her that when she could not see clearly from where she stood, she could become still, widen her gaze, and wait for the light to change.

The answer might already be there.

So she wrapped the Blue Hawk’s Eye in gold—the color of the sun that revealed its hidden bands—and made two tiny messengers to dangle beside the ears.

Because perhaps that is where Hawk belongs.

Close enough to whisper.

And she made another to rest near the heart.

One for hearing.
One for remembering.

And whenever the Blue Hawk’s Eye caught the sun and flashed its hidden gold, the Realm whispered:

Look again.
Listen.
The message may already be here.

THE BLUE HAWK COLLECTION

Blue Hawk’s Eye with gold

Earrings — $105
Necklace — $195
Complete Set — $285

Handcrafted by
Mountain Rose Trading
Jewelry from the Realm

08/16/2026

A New One Emerged From the Realm Today🥀

Born of moonlight and mystery, she carries the light that moves beneath the surface.

Labradorite, the stone of magic and transformation, holds the wisdom of change—the kind that shifts us when we are ready to see with new eyes.

She emerged wrapped in silver, held securely, yet free to shine. Her light is not here to dazzle—it is here to guide.

She is a reminder that even in the in-between places, even in the quiet unknown, we are being led toward something beautiful.

Trust the shimmer.
Trust the becoming.
Trust yourself.

Labradorite • Sterling Silver
Size 7 • $95

One of a kind, born in the Realm.
She has taken her place in the Realm for now. But I believe she was born to journey with the one who is listening.

If you recognize her, perhaps she has been waiting for you. ✨

08/16/2026

A New One Emerged from the Realm Today 🌹

Deep beneath the Realm, where stone remembers the ancient dark and silver still runs in bright rivers through the bones of the earth, something began to stir.

She had been waiting there for a very long time.

Red Tiger Eye held the memory of earth and fire—the steadiness to remain rooted and the courage to move when movement finally came.
And today, the earth released her.

She emerged wrapped in flowing silver, still carrying the shape of the stone from which she came. Around her gathered ten tiny droplets of fine silver, like seeds scattered at the edge of a new path.

Ten.

The number that comes after completion.

The return to one.
Beginning again.
But not beginning empty.

Beginning carrying everything that came before.

Perhaps that is the story this little ring came into the Realm carrying:

There are times when we have traveled as far as an old path can take us. We don't need to destroy it or regret it. We simply reach its edge.
And there, with our feet firmly upon the earth, we choose again.
Red Tiger Eye brings her fire.
Silver brings her reflection.

Ten tiny silver seeds remind us that every ending contains the beginning that follows.

And today, she was born.

She is a one-of-a-kind, hand-fabricated sterling silver and Red Tiger Eye ring, with ten fine-silver granules.

She is a size 6½.
$85.

She has taken her place in the Realm for now.

But I have a feeling she didn't emerge to stay here forever.

If you recognize her, perhaps she has been waiting for you. 🌹

08/11/2026

🌹 Give Me 15 Minutes.

The squirrels have been gathering again.

Apparently, they've decided I should too.

Except instead of acorns, I gather patterns.

I've done it all my life. Someone tells me what's happening, and somewhere in the telling I begin noticing the threads—the thing underneath the thing, the connection that wasn't quite visible before.

Sometimes that's all we need.
Someone willing to sit beside us for a few minutes and say:

"Wait. What about this?"

And suddenly something that has been tangled for months—or years—looks a little different.

So I'm opening a tiny gate into the Realm.

Bring me one thing and give me 15 minutes.

Something you're stuck on.

Something you keep circling.

A decision that won't settle.

A pattern that keeps returning.

Something you can't quite name.
Or simply: "Kirsten, I don't know what's going on, but something is."

We'll follow it toward the roots.

Maybe we'll talk. Maybe a Medicine Card wants to join us. Maybe we'll look through the four-way weave. Maybe the answer is hiding somewhere neither of us expected.

And because this is the Realm, there's always the possibility that a squirrel will interrupt with an entirely unsolicited opinion.

15 minutes · $22 · Zoom or Messenger
Message me 15 and we'll find a time.

🌹 The little gate is open.

(Michael would like it formally noted that squirrels are not licensed consultants.)

08/11/2026

🌹 WAYS INTO THE REALM 🌹

I've realized something.

I've spent a great deal of time inviting you into the Realm—telling stories, sharing what I'm learning, introducing you to squirrels and horses and crows and the occasional committee with entirely too much authority.

But I haven't always made it clear that there are ways to come farther in.

So here they are.

🌹 GIVE ME 15 MINUTES · $22
Bring me one thing. A question, a pattern, a decision, something you're stuck on or something you simply can't quite see. We'll sit together for 15 minutes and see what we find underneath it.

🌹 ASK THE MEDICINE CARDS · $33
Bring one question—or simply ask what would be helpful for you to see right now. We'll listen to the story Medicine has for you.

🌹 TEND THE ENERGY · $55
Sometimes you don't need to talk. You need to receive. Come into the Realm for a simple energetic clearing, balancing, healing or blessing.

🌹 SIT WITH ME
30 minutes · $111
60 minutes · $222
90 minutes · $333

Come farther in. Take off your shoes. Put your feet in the water. This is deeper private work where we have time to follow the threads toward the roots—mental, emotional, physical and spiritual—and tend whatever is asking for attention.

🌹 CHOOSE A STONE · Prices vary
Maybe you're looking for a stone to carry through something. Maybe you'd like a piece of jewelry created especially for you. Maybe you simply know, I need a stone. Come wander through them with me and we'll see what calls to you.

🌹 JOURNEY DEEPER · $888+
For those who want more than a single visit, I offer deeper private containers where we have time to work with the whole weave. These journeys may include healing, teaching, energy work, sacred geometry, deeper pattern work and a small custom piece created especially for you to carry forward.

You don't have to know which gate you need.

If something here is tugging at you, message me and say:
“Kirsten, I think I'd like to come into the Realm.”
We'll figure out the rest together.

🌹 Mountain Rose Trading

The squirrels have requested that I add “Acorn Consultation” to the menu. Their proposal remains under review.

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