****You can go there in your mind,laying back comfortably in your chair, or you can search, and find them...usually hidden in plain sight. They are overlooked by many, who are mostly focused on 'other' things. Excitement, flash, stimulation...not so much on the road less traveled..*VBS* Water, in a place of solitude, desirable, but harder to come by. More often, in WI,the road will lead you to one of my favorites....
a place of stone. I seek out stone...stone speaks to me. Sunwarmed on a river bank, or moss covered in a forest. Ancient voices, the chanting of Druids, slaves moving stone slab for pyramids, stones place on a funeral pyre... they all speak. Do I understand their message? yes....but it is for me, alone. I cannot tell you what the stones speak of....you have to find your own stones to hear what is being said to you. Have stones followed you home? Do you have a road less traveled in your life?****Webshot picture
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Yes, I have my own stones that speak to me. Maybe I'll share them. Good post, Finn.
Oh, yes, many a stone has followed mr home. My hubby just doesn't understand it. Maybe it just takes a certain type of person to get the stone connection.
Not only do stones follow me home, but so do small pieces of wood. They too talk to me. Mostly they do this in tactile ways as I finger them. Giving someone, especially a child, a stone is like giving a quilt. A treasure to be carried with you and to comfort you. And let you know that you are oh so special.
Hope your stones tell you that, Finn.
Oh I do have a thing for stones. I was just thinking about it today. My grandson loves his "rocks" and I think he must get it from me. I keep a special stone on my bathroom sink. I will share it with you soon.
things of the earth all have a voice...I have always collected rocks, shells, special sticks...there are containers of them around here...
Gee it's nice to know that others do that too. :)
I had many stones, found in many places, on creek beds, in lakes, on dusty roads I used to walk, along the shores of the UP and Lake Superior, and they kept in my home, under my bed where I cold pull them out and admire them. Then last summer I put them in my bird bath, to weigh it down, and someone made off with the "mother's day" present ( the bird bath) and my beloved rocks and stones....so now I am "stoneless" and miss them. I hope someday more will call to me...more flints, agates, layered stones of multicolors, ahhhh a rockhounds life for me..
your "middle" sister, Kathleen
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