Sunday, October 7, 2012

Looking for Stones- A Meditation for Me ☼


Nova Scotia Fire Opal-photo by me ☼


"Book of Revelation 2:17- Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear what Spirit says to the Churches. To the one who is victorious,I give some of the hidden manna.I also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to that person who recieves it."

On Saturday after going over the home-work for my Thursday morning class, I decided to take a break to pick up dessert for the Thanksgiving family meal on Sunday at the local Bakery,then, I wandered up to Port Maitland Beach for a walking meditation before the tide took over the shore. There was nooone there when I arrived, so I went North towards the Head of the beach. It was a grey day, the sand shifting in the cool breeze, typical of October in Nova Scotia.
As I walked, I breathed in the salt air, clearing my head of thought, watching the storm inside which began to smooth to a trickle of silence.Slowly the steps in the soft sand take over for several minutes till I realized, again, as I've walked, my lesson for this week's discussion. I then pick my topic from what I've read, as I bend to scoop a fire opal from the sand. "Passion", I said softly to myself... Holding the stone tightly I clear my head again ,looking forward to the rocky bluff of the cliff,still a long way off. Stretching my mind and body towards it, again I walk....
The minutes,seconds,waves go by. Suddenly I hear the sea gulls call out. They fly, circling above me, looking towards where the grassy bank meets the sand, several hundred yards from where I am by the ocean.There some people coming over the bank to start off on the beach,too. I can't hear them talking because of the breeze, so they won't hear me, either, if I decide to speak aloud, as I sometimes do when I'm alone to pray.They begin to walk in the other direction, anyway, so I don't have to worry they will catch me to talk today. I notice there are sand piper's ahead of me, scurrying in and out of the waves,also. They don't seem to notice me as I appoach them. When they do, they simply walk away from me, not flying as they usually do, to watch me go past. Looking behind me as I stroll from them, they again continue to look for food. "I'm not that intimidating today", I think, remembering the verse in Revelation 3:15 (NIV) " I know your deeds, you are neither hot or cold. I wish you were one or the other!." and laugh...
I look ahead to see a clear stone ahead of me in the water. Scooping to pick it up, I see its a carnilian. "Courage", I smile again about the little birds, realizing my own dragon heart, too.
Stopping to take in the waves for a moment, I ask myself, "What is it I've come to find in the sand today?" and toss my fire opal back to the waves. Passion was not my intent, I think, looking at the carnalian. The wind whispers to me as I look to the horizion. The grey clouds look angry there, Rain for the fisherman off-shore, I wonder? Anger for me? I certainly don't need any to wake me up now. I know what I need to do, so no harshness about it. Breathing in 10 deep swallows of life, I began to walk toward the fast appoaching bluff. The beach is covered with sand this time of year so walking is easy. The large,rough, tumbled dark stones hidden for now.Going across the stream, stepping gingerly on the wet rocks to cross as not to get my shoes wet, I spy a purple/green crystal in the water. I reach into the silver coldness to pick up the stone, putting it into my pocket to hurry across. When I reach the sand, I pull it out to see its a florite, a bit roughed by the waves, but the purple/green is visable where its been cracked by the turning of sea water. "A Healing stone". Thats more like it. Healing is what I need for now. Going on in silence, feeling the stone in my hand, stepping towards the North sky, I realize I have finally reached the bluff. I look towards the next beach, Barteltte's. No time or energy to go the extra 1km as the tide will catch me today. I turn towards the South breeze, feeling the tingle of sand on my face as the wind gusts up for a second. I relish the vibration of the sea, wind and sand. My fire opal is in the waves, waiting for the next person to discover it...I wonder if they will realize what it is? Will they pick it up to look at the red/gold? Maybe bring it home for a while...or maybe they will just see a stone on the beach and walk by...

I head back toward my start, and again I realize my breath...


Nova Scotia Fluorite-photo by me ♥

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