Today the rocks in the channel are speaking to me. I see dolmens, seals, whales, a dolphin and her calf.
Everything is glowing in the morning sun. It is so beautiful, I have to sit down; take
it all in. I was on my way to the Dunes
but I have found here instead. It is
perfect. The channel transformed to a
babbling brook. The ocean thundering in
the background reminds me I am still on the sea shore. Watching reflections of waves dancing across
a rock where a Neolithic man chases an emu, fills my head with bliss.
Warm sun on my knees. Sitting on the otter rock. Flute-like sound of water trickling towards
the sea. I face seaward basking in
sunlight, which has been absent for a while now with winter storms. My back is chilled; we are not out of winter
yet.
The other side of the channel
is steep, at once reminding me of the pyramids and the Grand Canyon. A fly lands on my page and
affectionately nudges my nose before buzzing off. Otter prints led me down under the cliff on my way to the dunes. I may not
get there at all and that’s grand. Today
the interplay of rocks and water and light holds my full attention. I wonder what messages they have for me. And then I see the quote on the opposite page
of my journal and know. ….”Sit by the
lake’s edge, listening to the water lapping the shore and hear your Father
gently calling you to that place near His heart.” Wendy Moore.
I sit in open heart embracing
source and allow it to embrace me too.
Feeling the oneness; the harmony.
I am struck by the tapestry of sound.
The running water plays melody, the ocean is the bass and the meadow
pipits vamp overhead.
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| Pied wagtail |
In the water I see the motion,
yet feel the stillness. I am slowed
right down to the level of a rock experiencing all that is; ever present in
every moment. Secure in it’s density. The abiotic watches the biotic. Offers support; is often a prop. Who is to say who is more sentient? Does the flitting human or bird always pay
attention to each rock it perches on?
But can the same be said of the rock, who waits impassively but notices
everything? Nothing is undetected. Immobility confers great observation skills, perception
and perspective. And foremost is
acceptance and non-judgement. If you
want fairness, ask a rock. It has no
favourites. It is slow but full of
integrity.
Rocks offer us so much; shelter, protection but also immense beauty.
Both on a micro-scale looking at patterns and colours but also on a
grand scale-presenting platforms for majestic views. Thank you dear rocks for your sturdy
dependable presence in our lives.
