Taking stones for walks

Last week I went away to a friend’s wedding. It was wonderful, peaceful, just lovely. They’ve been together a long time, and I think are glad to still be together as one of them almost checked out of life not so long ago. It was the best kind of wedding, revolving around love rather than pomp, and in a bookshop.

While I was away I wandered by the water placing stone and gold beneath the trees. On Thursday I am going back to see if it’s still there. There’s one in the hollow bowl of a tree also.

Labyrinth stone by fast fresh water.

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Back home, with more stones, and an afternoon gilding and thinking, then this morning I took a stone for a walk, to find some words.

A kestrel flew past where we sat in the cool. The wind is blowing from over the sea, and though the sun is warm it’s almost cold on the hill top today, but full with the sound of birds, lark, whitethroat, linnet and raven.

I found again the smallest stone that has been on the hillside for a few weeks now, and shifts its place. I forget where it is sometimes.

Coming back to my studio I look for a while at the architecture of flowers.

Now, time to paint. So much to do before I go away again.

 

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 Taking stones for walks

  1. You made me cry. We are glad, and we are glad you came to help celebrate and bless us and those who have helped get us this far in life. They say it takes a village to raise a child, I think it takes a tribe to raise a marriage.
    And I love the stones so much, I feel it is all the more important in these times to fill the world with beauty and love and small kindnesses.

  2. John Ward says:

    You’re very Yeatsian. The video made me think of this:

    ‘Hearts with one purpose alone
    Through summer and winter seem
    Enchanted to a stone
    To trouble the living stream.
    The horse that comes from the road,
    The rider, the birds that range
    From cloud to tumbling cloud,
    Minute by minute they change;
    A shadow of cloud on the stream
    Changes minute by minute;
    A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
    And a horse plashes within it;
    The long-legged moor-hens dive,
    And hens to moor-cocks call;
    Minute by minute they live:
    The stone’s in the midst of all. ‘
    (Easter 1916)

  3. Bernie Bell says:

    CONGRATULATIONS! to Karin & Mr.

    And…I would dearly love to see one of those stones, tucked into the top of The Comet Stone at the Ring of Brodgar. Maybe, one day.

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