Rock-solid Wisdom
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Okay, I admit it. I have rocks in my head. Yes, it’s true. I spend quite a bit of time noticing them, hunting for them, collecting them and enjoying them. There — it’s out in the open. I’ve had a love for my sturdy, dependable friends since I was a child; and there are few things I enjoy more than infecting another young mind with my passion for minerals. I love their varied colors. I love the surprise of a vein of crystals in the middle of a seemingly ordinary stone. I love the calm vibration I feel when I touch a piece of jasper and lower my own vibration in response. Is it any surprise that one of the best lessons I’ve ever learned has been from a piece of my favorite mineral?
Last Spring I had been on a walk through a muddy field on a drizzly day, and I had filled my cloth bag with a number of chunks of jasper. They all looked pretty much the same — dull, brown, and muddy. I was coming to the end of a period of healing after a very long time of sadness and hurt and distrust of my own worth. As I began to wash the rocks I had collected that day, I was struck with an awareness that taught me a whole lot more about myself than it taught me about geology. I wrote it right away — for myself, and for a dear friend who had helped me rediscover who I had buried under a coating of pain and debris. (Thank you, G.)
I want to share it with you today, because I think the message is a universal one; and I can’t imagine anyone I know who wouldn’t benefit from its reminder. I also want to share it because a friend of a friend apparently is in a place where she needs to know that she still exists, in all her created beauty, under the stuff that life has heaped on her. So here it is — A Story of Healing — courtesy of my favorite piece of jasper.
Here is the deep red, crystal-coated stone that lay under all that mud. Believe me when I tell you that the photo doesn’t begin to do it justice. I keep this favorite on my shelf where it can remind me not to lose who I really am under what happens as I go through life.




9:14 AM, 1 March 2010
Oh My!!
I collect rocks – something I’ve done since I was a child! The ancients believed that when we die, our body returns to the earth (mother)as dust, but our wisdom forms the rocks.
So for me, my rocks hold the wisdom of the ancients and speak to me, telling me the stories and connecting me with the sacred traditions of a place my soul remembers.
How wonderful to say that and know I will be understood instead of being thought crazy!! (heehee)
Your new friend,
“she who talks to rocks”
9:19 AM, 1 March 2010
fantastic! thank you for this, pam!
you ROCK my world! lol! it wasn’t til i started
to type it that i saw the pun! lol!
groan~! i didn’t mean it that way!!! but it’s fun for that too….
thanks for being out there….
9:31 AM, 1 March 2010
I always say, “let she who is without puns cast the first ROCK.” Nice to know that the rocking is mutual, terri… Thank YOU for being
9:36 AM, 1 March 2010
Dear Queen She Who Talks To Rocks,
How you learn to speak-a my language, sistah? I don’t think you’re crazy at all (but consider the source). I think we really do need to get to know each other better!
Smiling a major smile,
“She who loves she who talks to rocks”
10:33 AM, 1 March 2010
Oh I love this, love this, love this…the Stone People and myself have had an affinity with one another forever? In the summer of 1994 I had an experience that left me reeling when I picked up a stone and it spoke to me just as if it were a person and it never left me…I then began to channel the Stone People. Just this past week I used a beautiful piece of Kyanite when doing a healing for someone and I’ve had it by my side each day since…we can learn so much from them if we but sit and listen…to me they hold the DNA from the beginning of time. This post just warms my heart Pam…Paying Honor to the Stone People!!!
A’Ho!
10:39 AM, 1 March 2010
So you’re saying you understand me, Akasa? LOL!!! Thanks so much! A little of that goes a long way!