Such a perfect round rock. One wonders: How's it possible. The sea its sculptor no doubt
Dear Elisabeth - yes! Annette and I talked yesterday about the nature of water; how sensual and seductive it is, and, too, how powerful and transforming. As a sculptor of rocks and a 'definer' of coastlines, it is a force to be reckoned with. As the medium of the unconscious, I like to think of it as a pool to dive deeply into, getting to know its depth but coming up at regular intervals to breathe air, press feet on soil, etc... We inevitably clamber back to shore trailing cockles and kelp, the occasional hermit crab or silver fish. Best thoughts to you in Sydney, Elisabeth.
Dreaming rocks, how could they not be? The lower photo resembles a prehistoric turtle from great depths; there is a belief that all natural - even unnatural - objects are sentient beings. They could use this in their argument.
What a beach, and to think I've never managed to see it. That will now go on my list of places to visit. The second boulder pictured is amazing - that something so beautiful is just sitting there ... Thank goodness for such wondrous things.
Yes, Marylinn, I'm 100% with you on this... mystics and shamans the world over have been advocating for ever re; the sacredness and sentience of inanimate objects (the word 'objects' doesn't really fit here... I want to say 'beings'?). Scientists seem to be joining the pack... when one considers these questions on the level of animated particles, light and energy, it's impossible (I think!) not to see everything as distinct yet inextricably linked. I love the idea that we lean our cheek against a rock, for instance, we receive/experience something of that rock. And in the same moment, the rock receives something from us (and what stories it would tell once it had emerged from the great depths... *Carol, thank you for coming by and yes, we are surrounded by wondrous things.
Claire,Are there words to describe what we're seeing? Thank you for sharing.John
Hi John... I suspect there aren't (words). The cat's certainly got my tongue. I've been to this beach many times over the years, but never encountered the boulders in quite the same way as yesterday. They seemed so 'present' and potent with intention. I'm glad to be able to share them. C
You're tuned in to the water. I think whenever we begin to listen and experience and satiate ourselves, we hear things have been speaking the entire time - we just didn't realize. Our radio was on a different channel. I love the rock photo pondering the sea. I see myself sitting atop him.