Journey to the Heart of Mother Nature

^{Journey to the Heart of Mother Nature}

I wish this blog to be about the many things I love. I will be writing journeys and stories about the wisdom of the stones. These stories speak the language of the unconscious mind, just let yourself breath in the story and the language will speak to a part of you that understands metaphor. 

If you do not like caves this one starts off in a cave.

 Here is the first one.

We all choose stones for different reasons. It is often the qualities we wish the stone would invoke from within us, bring to us, help us remember within ourselves.

Allow yourself to take these journeys with the stones you love and know, and ones you wish to form a new relationship with. These stones and their stories will take you deep into their heart of wisdom, and will invoke in you an opening and a way to get to know yourself through the qualities that stones offer as a beautiful feast for and to the heart, the soul, the one that remembers all within you. 

Our first journey is to a deep wisdom place. 

Allow yourself to breath for a moment, attune to your heart or if you love stones,

 to the place within where that love lives. 

When you feel centered and quiet - slowly read the journey.

The storm raged outside filing the air with the kinetic energy of life and change....... She breathed the coolness, drawing it deeply into her being........ The storm receded and she opened her eyes. Standing at the cave entrance her eyes took in the blackness. Black as midnight 

shadows on moonlit water........  She waited for the storm to surge again as her mind wondered at this moment. Alone and not alone........  

The walls of the cave shimmered in the flickering light, iridescence touching aspects.......... Aspects within she was seeking to more deeply 

live into......... Time to release the past, to allow movement. She was determined to do whatever inner work was necessary to heal into the wholeness the watery oracle had shown her........  They called her magician. Sought her out for her gifts. I only seek power over myself she 

thought as she walked to the back of the cave.......... I only seek power over myself......... A table was covered with papers and old friends; 

rocks and stones who had chosen to be part of this journey. Journey with me now she softly whispered to a stone picking it up gently and 

holding it to her heart.  Journey with me now......... Closing her eyes she entered the sacred breath as the vision began. The forest trail unfolded before her. I love the smell of forest life her breath sang as she felt solid ground under each step.......... It called her......... the grove........ Stars shimmering through the tops of the trees as the branches open their hearts to her allowing her to move into the deepest part of forest. Breathe....... Breathe.....  she heard herself say coming out of the clearing her rock circle waiting patiently. My old friends ...... Dear old friends waiting 

........ As she sat against the deep blue stone her face turned up and the stars bathed..... Bathed her soul...... And it flew outward as she dropped 

even more deeply into the grounding of this sacred place.....  she walked the path of stars with the figure who joined her. Familiar and ancient the being smiled at her. It is time to see who you really are.......  to step into the vastness of your soul name. Your courage and wisdom take that into the heart of this unfoldment.........  let go what you no longer need. This is the place of done with that...... Done with that! The path lit up before her as she allowed......  Allowed the path to be her guide. No more she spoke to the old ways, old beliefs, no more........ How would those on earth see her, she wondered. As a comet with the old being burned up in the sun  as they walked the star trail...... they visited the distant stars leaving the old on stars of volcanic fire..... Leaving the old.... Leaving the old ..... Allowing herself to go deeper and deeper as the stars offered her opportunities to deeply unearth the walls. the holding back, the not good enough - no more her freeing heart cried, no more......... She felt a slowing........  as a star of crystal light offered her a resting place; a grounding into the newness of the space created within. Breathe she heard ......... breathe into the space and see who you really are. Dancing light filled her being, red, orange, golden yellow, Golden green, rosy pink and blues of many hues and she breathed each one in, knowing their voice was offering the way........ Offering her just what was needed in the moment...... Time to rest and allow the healing, the wholeness to inform you, the voice whispered. She opened her eyes to find herself back in the grove supported by the stone, the earth and her winged soul. A hand holding hers. Thank you she whispered. You are welcome. I am called Nuummite. She looked down at her hand and the deep black of the stone caught the beauty of the starlight. You are welcome. 

 

Picture taken from: 

http://www.glstones.com/Nuummite.htm

My favourite Greenland Stone Site.