STORYTELLING
Wise Stones Buried in the Ground
A poem and a story. My imagination is triggered easily. How about yours?
Once I wrote a story. About a stone circle buried in the Waddenzee. The Wadden Sea is a wetland in Holland, where our land meets the islands. It’s is a nature reserve. On Unesco’s World Heritage List.
It is a beautiful place with seals and many, many water birds.
I just love sitting on the shore and watching. Imagining.
And then I thought of an article I once read. About shafts near Stonehenge. About buried secrets made by wise people.
There’s so much we don’t know. There’s so much we can imagine. There’s so much we can invent for a beautiful future within planetary boundaries if we were to listen to the past. And follow wisdom instead of greedy intellect.
In my sustainability stories, I often mention that we should combine modern technology with old wisdom and create new technology that supports life.
Hmm…
I wish… and I imagine.
If Stones Had a Conscience
Stones are the wise remnants of our past.
They remember even more than gnomic trees the days of sacred geometry.
Their shapes connected to the wise, living soil.
Fierce rains washing their surfaces shiny.
Ogham alphabet like I Ching giving us guidance.
Reaching over countries, over cultures, over differences made by men.
Dear conscious stones, if only you could speak your wisdom in understandable syllables.
Or pictures.
Or signs.
Oh, but you do…
I just didn’t open my senses wide enough to grasp your voice.
Thank you for reading about my Gaia explorations. Stones are as valuable as trees. They might not breathe with our breath. But they do other stuff to make us wise.
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