Happy Thanksgiving!

I like starting the day out by quietly meditating.  Using the term loosely.  I have rocks on the bedside table, and this morning I picked up a small piece of white quartz, all white except a tiny bit of black which, as I now look  closely, looks almost like a bird in flight.

My buddy picked up this rock on an island off Labrador this summer and brought it back for me, at the end of a sailing trip.  I love having those friends who’ve known you for 30 years or more.  We’re very dear to each other, and we both appreciate it.  He first laid eyes on me as I lay strung up in a hospital bed, two arms in casts in traction, a foot in ruins, my split cheek held together with stitches.  Way to make an impression.

What I saw when he walked in the door was tall, dark and handsome.  His hair was fine and black, and hung straight down to his jaw, parted in the middle.   How eyes can blaze and be pale blue at the same time is still a mystery to me, but his do.  They penetrate cleanly, the most exquisite color blue eyes I’d yet seen, set off by high cheekbones and full lips.  Add in the broad shoulders, easy manner, and a gold tooth in his mouth, I was in lust.  Way to make an impression.

Well, the lust didn’t work out, but the friendship did.  He brings me rocks from his travels, and as I hold this piece of white quartz I am grateful for his place in my life and my heart.  Today on Thanksgiving, I am grateful for friendships that support, and nurture, both ways...  That are based on understanding and love that come from years of connections, conversations, camaraderie.

I tend to stay grateful for many things, every day.  But today, Thanksgiving 2012, I am extra grateful for those friends who love me for who I am, accept me as I am, and allow me to do the same for them.

I wish you a beautiful day filled with gratitude, appreciation, happiness and comfort.

Rocking My World of Rocks

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I’ve been having more fun with my rocks lately!

That’s probably not something you hear too often.  But, being a rock lover and mineral collector and crystal healer, that’s actually my job description.  Cool, huh?

(The following is not a digression, because working with rocks means working with energy.)  Because this is 2012, and it is such a phenomenon energetically, any energy work one indulges in these days reaps bigger and sometimes surprising results/benefits.  (Search this blog for Superwave 2012 for that background.)

So I’ve been working with stones, meditating with their frequencies, playing with running my own energies through them, and really enjoying the effects.  It’s just more; more energizing, more uplifting, more expanding and illuminating.  Way better than therapy, because it’s just a more intimate understanding and experience of me, who I am and what my frequency is.  This kind of energy work offers a really beautiful process of self-knowing and self-exploration, through this energetic communion with the stones.

This practice has led to some interesting insight and revelations.  Tihis morning, for instance, as I was working with a beautiful crystal cluster (channeling clearing through it, as I hadn’t worked with it in a few months), I began remembering a conversation I’d had recently with a fellow cosmician.  We were sitting in my healing space, surrounded by the stones I work with, and she mentioned how she used to feel, in the beginning of her spiritual path, about rocks being taken out of the earth.  She didn’t like it, and sometimes expressed her opinion vociferously. 

I have heard that same sentiment from others over the years, and I shared it myself, very long ago.  But, as I explained to my friend, as I worked with stones, I realized very quickly that they wanted to be here amongst us humans to work with us, that they had their work to do here, and there was a reason they were mined up out of the earth, to play their role in the human experience happening here on the surface.

These meandering thoughts, as I sat in bed this morning with a cup of hot tea, led me to my new relationship with Gaia that has developed this year.  My sense and awareness of her being-ness, her consciousness—her personality, if you will—has delighted me, and really expanded my Understanding of Her and her role as our Mother.  I was imagining the veins of minerals running through her crust, rather like the human nervous system, different types of stones prevalent in different areas of the world, concentrating various frequencies in particular places; Brazil, with its veritable gluttony of mineral riches, Arkansas with its quartz, South Africa with its gold and diamonds, Columbia with its emeralds … what that means energetically, is something interesting to ponder.

And I imagined the small mines around the world that are operated by individuals who lovingly coax the stones out of the earth, receiving them with gratitude, as our mother Earth feeding us, nourishing us as a new mother feeds the milk from her breast to her newborn babe.  In contrast, the mammoth-scale mining operations that, without consciousness or prayer, tear apart the earth and rend it deep in their thirst for copper, as in Arizona, coal in the east, as a botched surgery, the tailings bleeding down the mountainsides, leaving an undeniable trail of Her suffering.  Although I still think she gives it willingly, a mother giving in to her petulant toddler.

Random, rocky thoughts on a Tuesday …

I shall use my stones to heal and fulfill, nourish and support today.  What will yours do for you?  :-)