in total contrast with yesterday.   And i can report that TenZen continued to be more frisky than usual.

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there are enough now.  Just many small rootlets to go

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i brought the rock in.  Rinsed it in the kitchen sink.   It is 17 inches by 10 inches.  Very heavy.  All day, has been the central presence in the living room.    It is hard to imagine the Circumstance that created this deep in the earth.   Actually,  impossible, for me.    There is so much that is Unknowable.

It did not snow here.  But the Mountain Rim to the west is white.  Snow in the mountains is Good.  The run off benefits All.

ADDENDUM:

Later,  sitting in the morning chair reading  The Anthropology of Turquoise,  i keep looking up.  Across the maybe 15 ft.  or so to the form on the table there in the living room.  It 's dark now.  There is no light in the living room but the dim glow of the computer screen.   So i look at just a Form.   I find myself going back and forth.  One part of me wants to know the "facts" of this piece of the Earth…the names that we have given the individual parts of the Form.   What Kind? of crystal?  What IS the turquoise substance?  How do we imagine this was Formed?  It is obviously only a fragment from some very larger geode.  How large might the Whole of it have been?  When was it formed???,  How????   Things like this.

But then another part of me just looks.  Just sees the form there.  Sees something Inside here that has probably only always been

OutSide.

What might this be     Like?    To have been brought Inside a Place,  washed in a sink,  set on a wooden table.   

And i realize that anyone i would want to ask these questions of are probably dead.  Long gone.  Maybe a few remain living…but so rare and i don't know how to find them.   And maybe that's ok.  That i had acquired the rock,  it was given to me.  I have had it ever since.  Have had almost a daily awareness of it ever since.  Maybe this is enough.  Maybe i brought it in for just this.  To WONDER about.  

 

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13 responses to “quiet, with roots and later, an addendum”

  1. yvette Avatar

    story of rock…..we are just a inimini part of its history
    wisdom of stone makes me….little but full of admiration
    hughug

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  2. grace Avatar

    yes. very much so. Little. Just little. As much as a
    millisecond.

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  3. sparrow Avatar
    sparrow

    it is
    obviously
    astute
    company…
    my kinda
    roommate.

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  4. grace Avatar

    yes.
    and then, the question arises,
    What kind of a roommate am I?

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  5. Micael Avatar
    Micael

    If you decide you want to know, I can tell you what the turquoise stone is. I have collected bits of it from AZ. I love it too.
    Like you, I wonder what it must be to be a rock that has been moved. There was a time I assumed rocks had no sentience. I didn’t give a thought to collecting them. Not so now.
    Much love to you, Grace.

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  6. Nancyk Avatar

    i believe there is a universe in your magnificent rock.
    glad you brought it in to contemplate. 🙂

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  7. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    It’s another work of art.

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  8. Mo Crow Avatar

    Oh Micael I hope you share the name of this place where blue meets white set in stone

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  9. Mo Crow Avatar

    I love your looking and feeling and sharing of this stone

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  10. grace Avatar

    Micael, yes. Tell. I will be able to Hear the words from
    You…

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  11. Tina Avatar
    Tina

    Simply amazing….simply beautiful!!!

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  12. Micael Avatar
    Micael

    The turquoise one is chrysocolla – good for meditation, clearing negativity and adapting to change with great inner strength. The orange-y looking one may be citrine, but I can’t really tell from the photos. I don’t know if I could even tell in person, as I am no expert. I just know a few stones…
    much love to you, my friend

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  13. grace Avatar

    Chrysocolla. I am familiar with being attracted to chrysocolla…
    most recently a couple years ago at the Rock Shop in Magdalena, that is up the mountain from here. I don’t know where that small piece is…Out There somewhere. I let them go and they travel, stones.
    This all will require a Post of it’s own. I want to tread softly.
    But Thank YOU…so much…for chrysocolla, yes. for chrysocolla.
    Big, this,
    Love and Love to you

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