As with anything in life, there are hard places. Rocks remind me of that. They remind me of life’s attempt at permanence.
I’ve been looking at photos of rocks for some healing and solace.
Rocks have been known throughout history for their healing properties, their ability to enhance desirable traits and more. For me, rocks are comforting, and as I have discovered, there are other folks that feel this way as well.
Davis Mountains, a pile of rocks.
The rock photo above was taken at the top of the Davis mountains. As you can see, this pile of rocks is a calling card for the hikers that made it to the summit of this peak. I imagined, while gazing at the panoramic view around them, what each person was thinking, “How this planet leaves one breathless with its beauty? How many people, how many rocks are there in this pile? Will I ever make it back down this hill without passing out? The questions are limitless.
Rocks of Peace.
This photo was also taken on a hike while discovering another rock pile of significance. Also, collected at the top of a mountain peak, it is clear what the author was intending. How many people contributed to this one is unknown, but what is comforting about these rock piles is that they tend to last to many many years, and grow.
But even so, rocks do change, just slowly. And that can be the difficulty in life as well.
I must remember that what is and what will be.
Today is what is; the ability to sing and dance, the freedom to walk in the sunshine today, the freedom to make choices. In other places in the world, this does not exist. Rocks help me remember.
Beyond that, I need to look to myself to do more.
The thrust of these blogs are about music, but every once in a while, there are hard places. You can get held up by what is versus how you want things to be. This is where rocks come in, and where you can see there is always an overlap between music and just about anything.
And to end this, post, since I am a musician, here is more about Rock n Roll, from Elvis.
