One of my favorite lines from the James Michener mini-series Centennial is one he attributes to the Arapahoe. The line serves to segue from their native tongue to English during the first episode which shares the title, “Only the rocks live forever.” That idea has always brought me a peaceful feeling—that there are stalwart witnesses to time passing, though the rest of us are temporary blips in comparison. I like the idea that others feel life in the rocks.
With this in mind, it was a natural fit for me when our family dog passed away recently to choose to honor her with a medicine wheel garden atop her resting place. A good friend let me scavenge the rock pile on her farm for the anchor rocks and those lining the beds which I’ll be planting in the springtime. The large rock at the bottom of each photo in the collection above marks north. I find myself drawn to this new garden each day and love that it feels like a new reflection of my Sacred Fire Circle.
My love affair with rocks began during childhood searches for agates and wishing rocks along the beaches and riverbanks in the Pacific Northwest. As I aged, I added perfect skipping stones to my quest. Each find brought a certain amount of glee and victory with it since no two were alike and most were just elusive enough to make each hunt a challenge.
Fast forward to a time in my mid-forties. I was visiting a dear friend who lives on a mountaintop in northern Georgia. She has a lovely three acres of wooded paradise through which she has cleared a lovely walking path. I was enjoying an afternoon stroll when a small rock gently accosted me. At first, I kept walking. But the darn thing would not stop calling to me so I went back and picked it up.
Imagine my surprise when I felt a light buzzing energy emanating from the stone. I’d never felt such a thing. If it hadn’t been so persistent and accompanied by such a strong intuitive pull, I likely would have assumed I was imagining things.
I took my find into my friend’s house and asked her if I might take it home with me. I was so intrigued that I wanted to find out more and was curious to see how long the buzzing would last. Thankfully, she acquiesced and I still have that stone today. It continues to speak to me at the same frequency. I credit this small piece of rock with helping awaken me to the subtle energies that come from seemingly unlikely sources surrounding us.
Since that day, I’ve visited many stores that sell rocks, stones, and minerals and have developed a very specific routine that I go through when shopping. I discovered that by listening to my intuition with my eyes closed I could feel the energy more fully. I found very quickly that the stones I am visually attracted to rarely vibrate in a way that I physically feel their energy.
I find great beauty in visually attractive crystals and stones. Their eye candy can bring joy and a peaceful place to meditate. However, this is a different realm from the healing and support I feel from those that speak to me with their subtle energies. A small amount of research on the internet yields a plethora of information about the supposed qualities of different stones. For a great many years people have used crystals for all sorts of purposes.
As I mentioned in my post about Healing Dolls, crystals can enhance healing, offer support, and boost good intentions. I recently created a healing doll that combined a variety of small crystal chips. The overall energy effect of the doll felt expansive and grounding. Because each combination of chips is uniquely chosen for a specific person, the energy every doll gives off is different from the others.
I recently added trees like those pictured above to the choices in my store of goodies. The woman who consigned the expansive healing doll just mentioned added a small rose quartz tree to the mix (see photo below). This will make a lovely little bedside altar for her friend, the lucky recipient.
Beside the crystals I have on the various altars around our home and the pieces I have for inclusion in my arting, I also have a set of stones that I use in my energy work. I set them around the cleansing water that I use to rinse off my hands and arms while working. I also place three quartz crystal points in the water with a bit of purifying salt from an ancient sea bed in Utah. This also serves as a ritual to honor the rocks and crystals for the help they give while I work. If you want to know more about my energy healing, visit this page.
Something I find quite fascinating is that many times I will feel strong energy coming from a rock while other people feel nothing. The same occurs in reverse—they feel something and I don’t feel a thing. This serves to show me that we are tuned into different frequencies with differing needs. It also triggers my curiosity and further understanding of how one person’s reality can differ from another’s. I remember all over again how people can experience the same thing so differently.
Whether or not the attribution in Centennial is accurate, I am happy to have heard the words. Only the rocks live forever is true for me in my beliefs. My heart may break when another animal family member crosses the rainbow bridge, a human family member passes on, or when I see trees ripped apart by shredding winds… but I find solace in the idea that the rocks will continue to take note of all that has passed before them.
Blythe Pelham is an artist that aims to enable others to find their grounding through energy work. She is in the midst of writing a cookbook and will occasionally share bits in her blogging here. She writes, gardens and cooks in Ohio. Find her online at Humings and Being Blythe, and read all of her MOTHER EARTH NEWS posts here.