Stone in my pocket
Teach me to carry
Tumbled fingertips
Worn smooth
On rough edges
Stone in my pocket
Teach me to be still
To gather sunshine
Disperse darkness
Stone in my pocket
The silence is calm
Slide through the water
Straight to the bottom
Landing quiet
A little dust kicked up
And then eternity
In peace
*silence stillness – rocks. Rocks can teach us how to be patient, absorb sunlight, radiate peace.
How to be silent even when our hearts are howling . I have sat on our front stairs, and felt the sun warm my soles from beneath. Stored heat leaving the stone, entering me.
Rocks are overlooked for their plain appearance and stillness yet they are an integral part of the natural world.
Mountains are built from rock, our entire planet orbits because of it. And sometimes people are our rocks too. Without them, we must find our own internal strong places and then enforce them so we can remain smooth.
If you are flung into internal chaos of tumultuous feelings and emotion, the very best place you can find yourself is on the surface of a rock to sit. The spine becomes an extension of that ancient surface, straightening, you will find anchor in this spinning world.
Peace.
Wonderful reflections put into words and feelings of the power of those rocks in our life that hold, protect guide, offer respite by their presence, Kate. Lovely dispensed and holy written into our souls connections!
hugs 🤗
Thankyou Cindy, you are a rock to many in this community – or perhaps a beautiful Rose quartz crystal to put it more aptly 💕
I love the fact that the Jewish tradition of leaving a stone on a grave is related to a pun. The Hebrew word for ‘pebble’ (tz’ror) also means bond. More importantly in this context is the use of a stone to signify enduring memory and spiritual wealth (amongst other things).
Your own observations about stone add to a lovely tradition.
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Hoping this finds you in good spirits, Kate.
Kind regards,
DD
I love this idea DD, when my parents passed I put some favourite stones on their graves until the plaques were able to be made – as a marker. I hate the plastic flowers and even the fresh that people bring and then they whither and brown – stones are more solid, natural and enduring.
I am in good spirits thankyou, a little exhausted, but from the pursuit of purposeful things. I hope you are well.
The pursuit of purposeful things, plus a few frivolous ones in my case, help.
💯 agreed
You’re so welcome!! How kind of you to say!! As are you! Oooh I love that rose Quartz crystal… thanks my friend! 🌹
I liked these lines: A little dust kicked up /And then eternity /In peace. Quite deep, that!
Thanks Stefan 🪶
It’s such a pleasure to read your poetry and prose, to be a witness to what you see. Your perspectives, insightful and creative. Thank you, Kate.
My pleasure Michele I feel the same way with your writing 💕
I’m honored by your reply and appreciate you sharing that with me. A gift to be able to create and express, isn’t it. 💕🙏🏻
a wonderfully empowering post, Kate ; ‘how to be silent even when our hearts are howling’ —-
Thanks John lovely to hear from you
lovely to hear from you too, Kate 🙂