Poetry

Stone Meditation

I love sharing this video (though really it is an audio experience) this time of year, when we honor our ancestors and dive deep into the Otherworld.

Take a few minutes and relax into the nourishment of an imaginal experience! And let me know if it was meaningful for you.

 

The Story the Boulder Told Me

The Story the Boulder Told Me

The Story the Boulder Told Me In the mornings I hike the ridge up behind my house. The path follows what I think is an old logging road and climbs steeply up to the top of Open Ridge, where I usually turn around and make my way back down. Theres a spot I’m looking at, paying special attention to, because it’s a boulder with a shelf where bloodroots bloom, and it’s the time of year when they might start blooming. This morning I stopped at that boulder and there were no bloodroots but it felt like there was a story that the boulder had to say. So, this is what I wrote down.

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