First of all - the color that helps the first chakra's red energy stabilize & re-balance from too much of itself is BROWN.
I started thinking about Brown last weekend while we were planting garlic and shallots. This morning I stood in front of a special place in the house and asked out loud: where's my brown stone. This piece of raw botswana agate that somebody chiseled open with a few false starts is part of a small collection I inherited years ago. Have always thought of this stone as Nessie. See how she rises with hills on the other side of Loch Ness bearing witness.
Botswana Agate is one of my favorite stone friends. All from the same inherited collection. To other stone people.
This stone is very waxy and it feels extremely nice in my hand. Like all Chalcedony this is the kind of energy you bond with in a long term way. That property got me to thinking about the fact that nearly everyone has an important stone of some kind; a stone that feels kindred and friendly somehow.
I've been thinking about this particular stone with a small lilt of yearning since grace reconnected with her carnelian as part of the red-rooting process. In the posts and all the others about the stone I sat here on the other side of the country flabbergasted by the immediacy of her discovery and woven elements of overlapping connection.
I would still like to find a more fully brown stone. I know exactly which one. Problem is it could be anywhere. I have a lot of stones. My mother was an extremely avid rockhound who loved socializing with others who had a similar passion. As a young child I spent a lot of the time when she 'had' me sitting in a cardboard box somewhere vacant and rock-strewn. I don't remember any of this but I've certainly seen the pictures. What I remember quite tangibly is far more multi-dimensional concerning a bouquet of truly nice, kind-hearted and generous people gathered in order to search for rocks worth taking home by the steep cliff banks of the Delaware River.
When my mother died I inherited 2 dozen rolling rock beer cases full of very carefully wrapped rocks and crystals. To my knowledge she had no interest in the more vibrational wooo end of her treasures' capacity to communicate. But on the other hand she was a double Aquarius. I'm gonna go with the idea she connected/communicated with them and they with her whether or not she had conscious awareness of it.
Once I became interested in stones vibrationally people started giving me particular Friends they felt I ought to have. Sometimes it was a matter of me holding them for awhile and then passing the stone along to a person the original holder would never have met. Sometimes I give away a stone I was meant to keep but once I realize that another far more obviously appropriate stone either resurfaces or comes to me for the first time. and so forth.
For two days our temps were in the low teens but today it's quite pleasant. Sat outside to eat lunch on the porch in gentle sunlight. Last night I watched the setting crescent moon while sitting on the dreaming couch in my studio. Today I moved various sprucing-up of summer trash picking projects through to completion or at least the painting stage. The fig tree now has a well-cleaned mustard yellow wooden chair as a stand rather than the foot stool I need to reach my two highest shelves everywhere throughout the space. We haven't yet moved the mother stock storage unit from the garage to the second floor of the house. Stuff like that.
J saw bear scat in the field yesterday. Am glad the garden's fenced or our weekend's labor of love might be swiftly undone. again. Have spent all morning and the lunch hour with errands, crossing tasks off my mental list, and hanging around outside with the cat. Need to get in 4 or 5 hours of writing time to feel more fully balanced in the wake of so much mental, emotional, and psychic crunching over the course of the last week. Did a card reading asking where I needed to go next creatively. Much was confirmed of where I felt myself going instinctively and what I 'believed' about the character's next move and how they ought to be woven together.
kinda sorry I didn't ask 'how' though. or maybe I needed card-confirmation in order to continue figuring it out for myself as amplified by muse-light energy. Have heard some extraordinary stories of people 'choosing their reality' in terms of how they're spending greater and greater amounts of time focused on what they love. Things that are slower, quieter, and perhaps more privately meaningful. Allowing ourselves to enjoy our own company. Quietly. Or perhaps dancing to music that's peaceful and calming. Reading something of an analog nature in a random rather than purposeful way. Taking one good idea or spark of inspiration from one's inner cache of such things and seeing how it can be simple or small - or both - and grounded in something personally meaningful.
Find a stone. Maybe you need to take a walk outside to do that. Maybe you know the stone and where it is or maybe you have to search for it. By some manner find a stone that feels like a friend who is grounding and stabilizing to be near. Remember the wisdom and nature of all stones. They are in the evolutionary sense much closer to their 'pure' stardust form.
Image from ROCK ON traveling art exhibit. We saw the collection while it was installed at the Garden in the Woods. Think it was '05. This was the first installation we spied walking through the site's entryway. Seems so strange not to have gone this year. It's a favorite outing. On the other hand I didn't want for time spent in my own garden at the very edge of some woods.
Am going out soon to commune with the garden. Give straw mulch to the area where we buried Celeste's ashes. Shelter the young sages. Dress the young lavenders less liberally but still provided shelter between branches and the ground. Blanket the rosemary plants thoroughly. They have suggested in dreams at least one might make it if I do as they ask ...