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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

I love a good rock

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What is it about a good rock?

The way it fits in your palm?  The smoothed grit of a surface tumbled hard by the surf?  The dull clang of a trio packed tightly in a back pocket?  The way they hold the heat of the day and the chill of the ocean?

Or is it the way they whisper softly, in their low rocky voices...
"paint me"
?

18 comments:

MJ said...

Dear Umber, I am a longtime reader and first-time commenter who comes to you from the web-homes of Sunny and Plume. I have watched your words unfold with great care and admiration and enjoyment. Your post today struck a vibrant chord with me and I wished to share with you a short poem I wrote last night that speaks to this very subject:

I pick up and bear solidly in one hand
the song of earth – a silent, dark rock
whose origins forever will be
both known and unfathomable.
like us.
this is my meditation.

All my best,
M.

MrsLittleJeans said...

I love rocks too, had such a collection until it got too heavy...!!! Mine were all round and spherical! I love what happened to your rocks! xoxo

Melissa said...

You need to paint some of my rocks, I have buckets upon buckets. With every desert hike we return home so laden with beautiful stones (as my son says) that I have a hard time keeping my britches up.

Can you imagine how much it would cost to send you a box of rocks?! Hehe... I might just try.

candacemorris said...

I need one. Or twenty. Sell them.

kerin rose said...

I think rocks hold secrets......

Emily L. said...

The feathers look like they just floated onto the stones.

UmberDove said...

Oh Mari, Mari Mari! I will hold those words close today; as my own beautiful meditation.


MLJ - Every time we move, there has been at least one box labeled "Kelly's rocks and sticks." Sometime two. Or three.

M - HA! Totally same problem!

Mme. - You'll have to come and pick them up yourself.

Kerin - That's because they do. ;)

Rosy Revolver said...

You should certainly sell them, if you feel so inclined. They're just lovely. Looks like you dripped salt water on them and it dried and crusted into those beautiful brush strokes. Like the memory of water. Yeah, somethin' like that.

resolute twig said...

I agree with Candace and Rosy. I want one.

The Noisy Plume said...

LOVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Mum said...

YES PLEEEEZE!!!!!

Sell them and gift them and bless hearts with them!!

They're truly WONDERFUL!!!!

and so are you!

AppaloosaMoon said...

...so good to know that you & your love...are just a stone's throw away...





...& put me, too, on that reserved list...pleasey poo...

Marie Thayer said...

The rocks are beautifully painted and a feather is the perfect balance.
It is written in Shamanistic and Native American literature that the rocks "speak".
They are a part of the Earth and have
great energy. Peace to you <3

UmberDove said...

Rosy, mmmnn, crusted salt water. Isn't that the most perfect description? I think I may need to borrow it...

Mme, Twig, Mum, I think a plan may be forming...

Plume, justification for our rock collecting habits!

Nancy, you are a silly little quip! ;)

Marie, I absolutely believe they do! And therefore it's amazing (but so not surprising) that people groups who have long studied and been highly connected with the earth would write it out that literally. It's just beautiful.

Anonymous said...

ahhhhh
nothing like a good rock...

a great metaphor for you right now!

love and light

emilyclare said...

I have always loved listening to, and smelling stone... as bizzare as that may read - I do - and right now I remember smelling the ancient limestone of a cave in the west, the tiny smooth pebbles on an isle far away, the crumbling granite of graves in the park where we had wedding our reception, and flagged floors of a tall tower, the rock with a person-shaped cavity in my mama's neighbourhood that when I lie down in I imagine I am in another time - an ancient dawn... and I now I think of the round stones I've collected over the years, shaped not unlike yours and I imagine them with the the most beautiful, dove patterning and it makes me want to cry - it is so lovely.

blue hour designs said...

beautiful. :)

MJ said...

Umber - so, so glad to hear you liked the poem! Enjoy. :)

P.S. And I'll take a slot on that list of "I would like a feather-painted rock, please" - they're incredibly lovely.