I did not have time to play with time. But time had time to play with me. So I went with the flow and ended up at Ruby Beach on the coast of Washington way far away from everything
The "haystack rocks" thrust up along the shore. And the time-worn stones beckoned to be stacked.
At first I could not get anything to balance, I guess "hurry" still lingered as my mojo. But Susi had stepped out of stress's scrunch and the stones vied for her attention. Freeze tag is one of their favorite games.
Time and tide, tide and time, time and tide, tide and time, time and tide, tide and time...
Ahhhhhh.... one must sigh first. Breathe more slowly. Let the rocks tell you their stories.
There were other players. Birds. Light. Wind. Salt.
A time to work, a time to play.
We are all larger and smaller than we think. Time will tell.
I did not have time to play with time. But time had time to play with me. So I went with the flow and ended up at Ruby Beach on the coast of Washington way far away from everything
The "haystack rocks" thrust up along the shore. And the time-worn stones beckoned to be stacked.
At first I could not get anything to balance, I guess "hurry" still lingered as my mojo. But Susi had stepped out of stress's scrunch and the stones vied for her attention. Freeze tag is one of their favorite games.
Time and tide, tide and time, time and tide, tide and time, time and tide, tide and time...
Ahhhhhh.... one must sigh first. Breathe more slowly. Let the rocks tell you their stories.
There were other players. Birds. Light. Wind. Salt.
A time to work, a time to play.
We are all larger and smaller than we think. Time will tell.
14 comments:
this is fascinating, fun and so restful too...
Amazing!..........what a great idea! I am so glad you shared this. The photos too are beautiful beautiful pieces!!! An art moment through and through. I absolutely love it!!
Camilla C.
ps, we looooooove your book; the boy who went ape;-)
Thinking of you guys with lots of love
Beautiful and so Zen. I can't live without my beach time. It's a walking meditation. Rocks, water, sky, it all grounds me. We are so lucky to live in this incredible state. (of mind and in the lower forty-eight...)
Are they all yours?! What an impromptu art installation! I watched a piece on tv recently about a man who stacks stones like that on a beach in England - I will have to try myself, next time I'm on a beach.
Time to play, time to breathe, so important.
Ahhhhhh. Beautiful, and peaceful. And I just read your post while listening to this song posted on Terri Windling's lovely blog. Seems so very appropriate.
http://windling.typepad.com/blog/2010/08/the-t.html
How close were you to hole-in-the wall? Did you find any rocks with words on them written in silver pen? And HOW did you stack them vertical???
Stunning photography, truly wonderful! I can imagine the incredible stillness that envelopes you when you try to stack these.;)
Tell me, are these stacks of stone always just *for fun*? I saw a lot of them lining a lake shore in Switzerland and my sister told me they might hold some spiritual purpose.;)
xo
Thanks Amy. Love the Exquisite Corpse Adventure by Scieszka and crew that you shared on your blog.
Thank you sweet Camilla. Glad you liked the book. Hope you and the fam have a wonderful upcoming autumn.
Hi Nina. How nice to "see" you. I like what you said about your beach time being a walking meditation. Nice.
Von, I am glad you feel so. Do geese meditate?
Thank you so much Mermaid.I loved Stornoway's song about us being born to be "free-ranged". Perfect.
Hey Kate. I think you are referring to Rialto Beach near Moira. Yes? We actually were "stacking" near a rock outcropping that had a see-through hole in it, but it was not the one you are referring to.
Zuzanna, there is a stillness about stacking rocks. I have always played at the beach, and enjoyed stacking things, but my real inspiration, (and a lot of other people's as well I'm sure) comes from Andy Goldsworthy the British sculptor non pareil, who lives in Scotland. I think of him as the Leonardo da Vinci of this century. Here is a link: http://www.morning-earth.org/artistnaturalists/an_goldsworthy.html
As to whether stacked rocks has spiritual significance, I supposed it may to some, and not to others. I find spiritual significance in a lot of things. For me the stacking of rocks is a creative blow-off of internal stress and steam. Yet it is a time of joy, meditation, and play. I find it a celebration and dance with the Earth and her gifts.
In such a "sand box" of the soul, it is natural to ponder matter, energy, God.
SO peaceful. This brings a smile to my face. The perfect way to spend a day.
Boy you do great stacks. :-) Wish I live closer to the coast (Lake Washington does not seem to count).
Thank you Elaine. It is a perfect way, a productive way to spend the day (oddly enough~especially since one moves into a mood which is not concerned with productivity at all). In other words, I find that kind of interaction with nature, self, and the spiritual, to be cleansing, or cathartic.
Hey Tara, next time you come to PT, we can stack rocks together.
Wonderful. I love stacking stones. I did every year when I was on vacation in Spain. It's very calming, relaxing... And: Congrats, you have a wonderful blog. Versatile, interesting, creative...
Greetings from Germany!
Danke, Joe. Hallo. Guten morgen. Thanks for being a follower. I love your blog, and appreciate >your< versatility.
Thanks for the Debussy, and the rhino in the traffic jam! L*O*L! I agree about Sleepless in Seattle~das ist wundervoll.
I hope you are finally proud of your reading. I was just listening to the radio (NPR) and they had a German filmmaker on who said it was essential for people to "read, read, read!"
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