grounding
I am on a search for a sense of “home” in the natural world.. I seek resonance, always, with the deepest part of my being. What moves me there requires that I give it form.
I feel a sense of home when I am close to the earth, in touch, literally, with ancient stone and rock, where I can feel the energy, the history in it. I am grounded there, in the solidity, the perseverance of it through time.
Lately I find my sense of home with lichen. I am drawn to it everywhere – on the boulders, on stones and old wooden fences, on the trees in my neighborhood. It draws me in close, and I am mesmerized by its stillness and aliveness. It speaks to me in a silent language. i listen.
