The other day while at a business meeting this pile of rocks kept catching my eye, like it was calling to me. As we got up to leave it called me again, so I had to go back and snap a picture. Weird huh?
For a while I wasn't sure what the message of the rocks was, or why I felt compelled to photograph them. But one thing I do know is that if something calls to me as strongly as those rocks did I need to pay attention. I also know if I'd walked away without snapping that photo I'd still be thinking about those rocks, and would probably have to go back just to get the picture :)
Anyway, I went on with my week, then this morning the memory of the rocks returned again - this time with a message. I am being called back to nature. I need to get out of the city, out of urban (or even suburban) living, and spend some time in a more natural environment. I need it for my health, my spiritual growth, and in order to help others on an even higher level than I already do.
The rocks were my sign, calmly sitting in the background waiting for me to notice. I wonder how many others they call out too, and how many hear their voice?
Good thing the rocks didn't say pick me up as they have done for me!!Funny how these things have connections, I out of the blue reconnect with you and mention Gene the rock-man and now I had a visit from a native Holy-man from Alaska who does rock medicine. Powerful stuff Rock Medeicine Virginia
ReplyDeleteThose would have been some big rocks to pick up. The smallest of them probably weighed 10 lbs or so and I doubt I could have lifted the largest. Besides.... I know where they are and I can visit them any time :)
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