Ancient bowls of stone
Embracing earth holds the sky
Clouds mirror themselves
Within the silver surface
I am myself reflected
Dawn breaks, waking to beauty. I am a bridge between worlds. Far below, the valley sleeps beneath the veil, unknowing and unknown. The intimate embrace of earth-born mist dances with the cool caress of the sky. The breath of morning shimmers and shifts, smoke within the bowl. Breathless possibility breaks my fast as I drink the tears of morning. We are kindred spirits.
Vivifying motes of dust
As Eden weeps
It is a spot I visit often on my way home from the north, a last look before hitting the roads… usually around sunrise. We have watched the dawn here during one of our workshops, and braved the winding pass in snow, rain and fog…and it is always beautiful.
The stone bowl is curious, as tall as me…perhaps the product of erosion, perhaps shaped by the hand of man. Either way, in this ancient place where man lived and worshipped in the way of the times, this stone, like many others, would have been seen as special and used.
Thank you so much to everyone who took part this week. All the posts are listed below, so please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author!
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