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.
Thank you, Susan. How powerful are glaciers that effortlessly carry along monster boulders for hundreds of miles as if they are no more than dust under their feet? Astonishing and yes, all earth ways wondrous and sacred. x
This is a marvel. This: "...its bulk displaces air and sound, emanating a frequency of silence like gravity." I see the old ones have spoken to both of us, as well as to those others you invoked when you laid your hand on the stone's skin.
Dear Diane, praise from one who visits the old ones is extra appreciated. What mysteries these elders hold, and we are the fortunate ones who count them as neighbors! xo
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.
Thank you, Susan. How powerful are glaciers that effortlessly carry along monster boulders for hundreds of miles as if they are no more than dust under their feet? Astonishing and yes, all earth ways wondrous and sacred. x
This is a marvel. This: "...its bulk displaces air and sound, emanating a frequency of silence like gravity." I see the old ones have spoken to both of us, as well as to those others you invoked when you laid your hand on the stone's skin.
Dear Diane, praise from one who visits the old ones is extra appreciated. What mysteries these elders hold, and we are the fortunate ones who count them as neighbors! xo
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.
Yes, a billion-year boulder really puts things into perspective. Thanks for reading.
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.
Thank you so much, Jenny. Glad you have felt this, too. Stones seem to draw us to them, maybe especially when we live in a mountainless place. x