Sabrina, this is such an exquisite Substack essay! A perfect balance for my senses -- you provide the context of human emotions stirred by the divorce, which lays the groundwork for me, the reader, to connect more deeply with, as you eloquently state, the "interrelatedness of body and nature." Definitely sharing this essay with friends.
wow Abigail, I think something came together inside me, which I will share in the next essay, thanks for reflecting that back to me!! And thank you for sharing it means a lot!
Wow !! I did not want it to stop …. The rocks — they were so deeply in the words . They spoke. I’m still feeling them. The boulders, the pebbles … your move to Boulder. You brought us right along and we loved this because it gave us a “concrete”place to direct our love — your vulnerability so deliciously alive, real and intimate !!
Thank you Marsha that is very reassuring to know you were touched and felt the rocks. And thank you for reading and subscribing, I really appreciate it.
Well...I love your writings...interesting how they parallel so many of mine...but I'm finding that more and more with a number of my compatriot writers...I was just thinking a bit ago that we don't have to be Keats, Longfellow or Angelou to be great writers...we are many...
Sabrina I thought that I knew what you were doing in Boulder when I was blessed to become your friend. But now....now I see/feel the full picture. Thank you for writing this. It feels that you write from such a magical place....body, mind and spirit.... And oh those rocks!! And that water. I do miss it.
We are often guided on a new path by the depths of our grief, which appears in many ways. I love the way that you have become part of nature and the landscape you live in. It truly feels as though you have carved a space where you co exist. 💫🙏
I have been to Boulder a few times, and the creek is lovely. I loved seeing the kayakers just going through the middle of town. Maybe I'll make it back one day. Thanks for the reminder about the power of mountains to ground grief. 💚
So beautifully expressed. I have felt the power of landscape steward me INTO the depths of my Grief. The ecology of our lived reality, the Nature that surrounds us is TRUE medicine!
Sabrina, this is such an exquisite Substack essay! A perfect balance for my senses -- you provide the context of human emotions stirred by the divorce, which lays the groundwork for me, the reader, to connect more deeply with, as you eloquently state, the "interrelatedness of body and nature." Definitely sharing this essay with friends.
wow Abigail, I think something came together inside me, which I will share in the next essay, thanks for reflecting that back to me!! And thank you for sharing it means a lot!
Excited for your next essay!
Wow !! I did not want it to stop …. The rocks — they were so deeply in the words . They spoke. I’m still feeling them. The boulders, the pebbles … your move to Boulder. You brought us right along and we loved this because it gave us a “concrete”place to direct our love — your vulnerability so deliciously alive, real and intimate !!
Thank you Marsha that is very reassuring to know you were touched and felt the rocks. And thank you for reading and subscribing, I really appreciate it.
Ages of Rocks
long ago
they were cast into these streams
as molten geologic memory stones
rippling spells of our physical consciousness
falling downward from the uplifts of time
and the volcanic emotions of long ago
dropping piece by piece
fragment by filament
floating lithic parchments
becoming alluvial shards
in a watery embrace of glacial melt
seeking their own unique course
so here
they now rest
sit for a moment
perhaps an eon
some as stoic as the day they emerged
others
newly sculpted
by the rays of generations
or the winds of constant shift
whatever their birthright
or sudden flight
their presence
is now artistically augmented
by the sheen
of their crystalline faces
the glint of sun times and moon glare
the constant massage of liquid fingers
the shatter of lightning impulses
or the slide of unwelcome mountain visitors
there are those who shatter
with passing surges
to disperse their angular glisten
along their shoulders
and so we uncover them and solemnly
place them in smaller cairns
along the shores
to remind them just how far
they have flung their flowing knowledge
but still
they sit
the rocks of ages
bathing in their eddies of fish delight
steadfast
in their roll of surge
as reminders of days gone by
into the entrapment of a present tense
waiting
for the future urge
of new earthly changes
and evolutionary rhymes in lime tones
and schistic vibrations
to roll on
August Eclipse 2017
Buena Vista, CO
beautiful Jack so well expressed 'falling downward from the uplifts of time and the volcanic emotions of long ago . . .'
Well...I love your writings...interesting how they parallel so many of mine...but I'm finding that more and more with a number of my compatriot writers...I was just thinking a bit ago that we don't have to be Keats, Longfellow or Angelou to be great writers...we are many...
Thank you Jack, you are so creative, we were both djs too, that's an interesting influence, I am going to write about music soon!
Sabrina I thought that I knew what you were doing in Boulder when I was blessed to become your friend. But now....now I see/feel the full picture. Thank you for writing this. It feels that you write from such a magical place....body, mind and spirit.... And oh those rocks!! And that water. I do miss it.
Thanks for reading Lisa, I thought it might fill out the picture a little! I miss meeting you both for lunch as well.
We are often guided on a new path by the depths of our grief, which appears in many ways. I love the way that you have become part of nature and the landscape you live in. It truly feels as though you have carved a space where you co exist. 💫🙏
Thank you, Louise, for your sensitive reflection.
I have been to Boulder a few times, and the creek is lovely. I loved seeing the kayakers just going through the middle of town. Maybe I'll make it back one day. Thanks for the reminder about the power of mountains to ground grief. 💚
Thank you Emma, for reading and subscriber, the earth is a powerful part of us we can fully rely on.
So beautifully expressed. I have felt the power of landscape steward me INTO the depths of my Grief. The ecology of our lived reality, the Nature that surrounds us is TRUE medicine!
yes you express it beautifully, thank you, "the ecology of our lived reality"
very beautiful compilation, and always a joy to reread the linked posts.
thank you Yolanda for taking the time . . .