It probably seems off the wall to think of rocks communicating. If I had read that line ten years ago, I would have said ‘crack pot.’ Unfortunately, rocks use me as a form of carrier transport.
After a beautiful snow, I went to a local hiking area. The hills were covered with a layer of white. Suddenly, I came across a brown spot on the path. It was the only non-white spot in the entire vicinity.
It was a long brown oval shaped rock that was totally uncovered with snow. How was this possible? Was the rock warmer than the surrounding area?
As I looked at the rock, I thought ‘hey there handsome fellow (I was lying, it was a long ugly ordinary rock that looked like a smooth potato) how are you alone and uncovered with snow when we are surrounded by a blanket of white?’ I smiled at my silliness.
In my head I clearly heard, “Mari.” Mari is the name of a friend I would see at a workshop in 2 days. I nearly fell over. Was this rock meant for Mari? I was stunned. I picked up the oaf of a rock and hauled it up the hill wondering how to give it to Mari without feeling stupid.
I pick up pretty rocks, not ugly ones (ok!!! I am shallow- about rock collecting). This rock I carried was not worth collecting, but the impossibility of it having no snow on it gave it significance. I should not ignore the coincidence of hearing ‘Mari’ at the exact time of seeing the rock.
I gave the rock to Mari. She was non-plussed but appreciative. “Thank you! So you are a rock carrier too.” Mari said she had been a caretaker for rocks when they ruled the earth. I really wanted to know what care taking a person could do for rocks and I wanted to ask about it, but I feared sounding like a smart ass so I never had the guts to ask. Mari implied that the rock was smart enough to get me to carry it to her when I looked like I had trouble processing this whole rock experience. Up until that date, that had been one of the weirdest experiences for me.
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