Caerbwdi, Pembrokeshire

We parked at the car park, walked down the green lane. Only a short walk to the sea, past the blackthorn and wind woven tree.

A suntrap of boulders and stones, with red Caerfai rock and a lazy sea. In the distance, Skomer Island.

I walked the beach, searching for the place.

Where the fresh meets salt I placed the stone, at tide’s edge. And the tide was going out.

In twelve hours time or before it will be gone, taken by human hand or the sea’s, it matters not. Moongold and stone.

Back home now and more stones wait for freedom, a return to the wild. I want to paint them at the beaches also, carrying gold to meet the stones, and tools for gilding. This one I will find hard to leave. This one is a path. Love the lines of quartz across the stone.

I painted blackbirds from a piece unused from The Lost Words. A nest in a bowl that never held bramble berries. Almost finished, not quite. And still tangling threads for a new short novel.

But meanwhile I do love walking with stones. They show me the way to a peaceful mind.

 

 

About Jackie

I am an artist and writer. I live in a small house by the sea in Wales where I write, paint, walk and watch and dream of bears and whales. I love to read, have a wish for wings and prefer the company of animals to that of humans, though at times I can be quite friendly. I am learning how to work with wood engraving tools and hoping to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks.
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4 Responses to Caerbwdi, Pembrokeshire

  1. Eliene says:

    I would like to share a story with you about stones. Some years ago now I too used to paint the Man in a Maze on river stones. Not only the maze but I also did dot paintings, With the dots I would just use a small stick dipped in whatever colour I was drawn to and when I thought I was finished I would look at it and there would be a picture. I collected many stones from the river , large and small, until I had nearly a boot full. After talking with a local, I felt I had overstepped the mark & decided to return all the stones to the river. As I did this I apologised to the river gods, the stone gods but also asked as I walked through the water, I asked that if there was a stone I was meant to have, could it be at my feet when I chose to sit. Eventually I sat on a 1/2 submerged log and at my feet was a well worn stone half buried. I unearthed it and there in my hand was a natural stone in the shape of Australia [without Tasmania of course]. The sense of being at one with all in that moment…it took my breath away.

  2. Bernie Bell says:

    Walking the labyrinth – treading your path.
    Do look again at the Neolithic carved stone balls – particularly the Ball of Towie.
    You could follow the paths you find there. Aids to meditation.
    Those ancient folk knew a thing or two.

  3. i just read the three posts about your stones and must say how happy they made me feel. i have stones, too, and have friends who loop beautiful fibers around them. i like your gold marks so much. me, i use stones to hold piles of paper in place or just move them around with my fingers, amazed.

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