Time moves easily on, but I seem to be slumped in the corner here. I have a desire to move forward and accomplish something; this is the image of me slowly hardening into the amber, caught by the golden sunlight, unaware of my demise. I am sure that a reader might find this image of my personal lithification depressing. Please don’t. I am not so outrageous in most of my life, but a little macabre imagery seems to tickle me right now. Acceptance is a gift of the spirit; it is the movement of life with recognition of its own impermanence. Sometimes it makes me sad, sometimes I look right at it and laugh out loud.
Geology has always been my stabilizing rock, so to speak. It has given me the gift of perspective. In memory, I sit on a summer warmed granite rock, in the California Sierra mountains. This is my favorite type of rock; clean, hard, light colored. It was late in the development of the hot, pressure induced, liquid batholith which it grew from; it had more time to grow those lovely large crystals. Slow cooling of the original melted rock allows larger crystals of grey quartz, and pink or white feldspar, to form in a matrix, these are cut through by dikes (imagine cracks filled with another colored material that forms a discrete and interesting line through the more uniform, larger mass, of rock). Dikes arrive from an even later melt in the batholith with even larger crystals, some with a matrix of small dark, interesting things of a different chemical composition. These huge rocks where I rest, are weathered to the size of cars, buses, and palaces; a world of their own has been smoothed to a polished shine, here and there, by tons of glacier grinding past for thousands of years. I place a hand on its surface and feel my small, and very time limited, nature. Perspective. Lovely.
The Myth of Trees 
Beautiful post. I love rocks. For many many years I had dreams of looking for home (still looking), and I’d be driving up and down switchbacks. The scenery I drove past to find home was always a vast array of rocks. And oddly, I knew that those rocks were the lifeforms in that landscape, the “trees” and “plants” of that place. I figured that my home planet must have had that landscape as looking out, it always felt so nurturing and cozy. Rocks are like that for me 🙂
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Thank you Katelon. Rocks are filled with the spirit of place for me, as are trees. Looking for home is my way of looking for the familiar in every landscape; I always find it, therefor home is never found but always present.
Wishing you the joy of this season, this place, and the next and the next…
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I understand what you are saying. I’ve never belonged on this dark timeline and have worked tirelessly lifetime after lifetime to end it and restore the original light design. I find a way to make “home” wherever I am, whether living in a community in my 1 person tent, or staying in someone else’s home or creating one of my own. But true “HOME” has eluded me. Once the light timeline is restored, I know I am create my true home base and have a settled place to come back to wherever I roam. I’m presently in place #71 in 9 years.
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Wishing you peace and ease in your efforts. I see your good intentions shining. They will illuminate it all.
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Thanks so much Kioratash
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This is so beautiful Kiora. Everything you write deeply resonates with me ❤️ you share in the language of the universal soul
Loved this, captures my own reflections on mortality
“Acceptance is a gift of the spirit; it is the movement of life with recognition of its own impermanence. Sometimes it makes me sad, sometimes I look right at it and laugh out loud.”
And this was poetry
“These huge rocks where I rest, are weathered to the size of cars, buses, and palaces; a world of their own has been smoothed to a polished shine, here and there, by tons of glacier grinding past for thousands of years. I place a hand on its surface and feel my small, and very time limited, nature. Perspective. Lovely.”
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So very happy to have met you, Ananda. To find a like-mind is so rare. You kindness is always much appreciated. ❣️
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What a beautiful landscape.
I’ve never been to the States a lot, but from what I gather, the landscape must be breathtaking.
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I was born and raised in the West. If you ever go, I will provide the short list. It has changed much from recent camping madness. I ache for the empty wilderness.
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