Beautiful piece! It always boggles my mind to think of boulders like yours that weigh tons "floating" within layers of ice in a valley glacier or ice sheet. Or on the slurry of meltwater mud released by a melting glacier. There is something about the idea of rocks as wanderers, representatives of a time span we humans can only barely imagine, that is sacred.
The older I get, the more comfort I take from geologic time. How can anything we aspire to really matter, in the cosmic second we exist? Which is not to say “don’t aspire” - just maybe don’t hang your happiness on some future state. This rock knows that all we have is right now, and that’s fine.
Exquisite. Beautiful. I have felt the same as you, by placing my hand on stones such as the one you write about. What a gift to have the enormous stone nearby.
Beautiful piece! It always boggles my mind to think of boulders like yours that weigh tons "floating" within layers of ice in a valley glacier or ice sheet. Or on the slurry of meltwater mud released by a melting glacier. There is something about the idea of rocks as wanderers, representatives of a time span we humans can only barely imagine, that is sacred.
The older I get, the more comfort I take from geologic time. How can anything we aspire to really matter, in the cosmic second we exist? Which is not to say “don’t aspire” - just maybe don’t hang your happiness on some future state. This rock knows that all we have is right now, and that’s fine.
Exquisite. Beautiful. I have felt the same as you, by placing my hand on stones such as the one you write about. What a gift to have the enormous stone nearby.