Friday, January 3, 2014

First Month Meditation

I am a rock.  I began with sharp edges, jutting out then over time made round from the constant movement of the water.  I sit quietly in a bed of crushed rock and sand.  The water flows around and over me.  Sometimes it is so strong that I am carried further down the stream.  I hear and feel both the calm of the river and the tumult of the rushing water.

Life is the water, I am the rock.  I sit here while life flows around me, over me, through me.  Eventually I will be worn away and will become part of the floor in which I presently sit. For now, I am the rock.   

"Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again." - Joseph Campbell


  1. Penny I love the imagery of these words and the pictures. What an appropriate metaphor for our lives.

  2. Ah...lovely. And read to the tune of "I am a rock...." in my head by Paul Simon. Beautiful!

  3. Beautifully serene. Thanks, Penny. :o)

  4. Great Metaphor. If I were a rock, I would not want to be a rock in a stream. I'd want to be a part of the Sedona Desert. A melded piece of the beautiful cliffs, colorful, and feeling the warmth of the sun. My edges would remain rough, with wind carving new crevices as time goes on with bits of me being carried along to a new resting place.

    Yup..I'd be a rock and I'd be beautiful ~lol~

    Happy New Year.
    xx, Carol

  5. love your meditation and the photos that you've poste with it Penny

  6. What a fascinating meditation!



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