A friend who collects healing rocks asked me to bring her back something from Tucson. She was very non specific about what she wanted. Her only instruction was to “listen.”
There were over 40 different shows this year in the Tucson area, with thousands of vendors selling rocks, gems, beads. It didn’t take long walking though the huge tents piled high with both polished and uncut rock before I began to hear the rocks.
I heard sadness. So much of it dug up, machine cut and roughly polished and then thrown in heaps on long, long tables. I was surprised by the intensity of my reaction.
I moved quickly through the tents looking (feeling) for some rock with better energy to take back to my friend.
Outside one very small tent I found piles of beautiful blue rocks. I suspected they were lapis lazuli, the stone used to make ultramarine blue paint before a matching blue color was synthesized. I listened, then uncovered a small piece that was peeking out from under some larger stones.
I took it to the only person in the tent, and he told me it was indeed Lapis Lazuli from Afghanistan. The color was very close to the color of Spectrum Blue.
Last night I gave the rock to my friend. It fit perfectly into her hand. She said she felt its energy all the way up her arm.
My connection to the rock was the color – deep, deep blue with flecks of gold and veins of white. Her connection was much deeper and one I am just beginning to understand and appreciate.
I know this is going to sound strange if you haven’t experienced it but try “listening” to your colors – they are often made from pigments that have spent millions of years on this earth. Who knows, maybe they can tell us more than we can ever hear.
October 3, 2007 at 6:15 am
Intensely interesting to an old retired preacher-writer who has always been interested in rocks. I live not far from the Blue Ridge, by a large lake. I will now start listening for words from the Creation days. Thanks and blessings.
March 5, 2007 at 4:38 am
Maggie, I love this post! It reminds me of the concept of Anima Mundi. Rocks are part of the soul of the world. I love them and they’re one of my favorite things but I much prefer to find them naturally. It makes me sad to see them destoyed and broken into little pieces. Thanks for sharing this.
February 9, 2007 at 2:25 pm
Oh Maggie, I know exactly what you mean about the sad rocks. When I see newly cut bed rock – whether from a strip mine or a new highway – I swear I can almost hear it cry. I don’t tell folks this very often, but I moved back to New England from California because I needed to be closer to Maine’s granit, mica schist, and gneiss… not to mention all that glacial till. Maine’s rocks are usually not very “colorful” – but they speak of home to me.
Thus said, I just bought a string of (tiny) Lapis Lazuli beads just because I couldn’t resist the color! Lol! Yum!!!