Communing with Stone: My first encounter

A standing stone of the Hurlers stone circle; Bodmin Moor, 2010
A standing stone of the Hurlers stone circle; Bodmin Moor, 2010

I fell in love with stone from when I first set foot in Cornwall and it felt like home. I wanted to approach the stone: to feel it and get to know it: to communicate with it. But I didn’t know how and I guess I was a little afraid of looking ridiculous.  So, I took a deep breath, walked up to the stone in front of me, and put my hands on its rough surface as if I did it all the time. ‘What are you doing?’ Bob laughed from behind me. I answered that I was was ‘communing with stone’ and he laughed even more. ‘In that case, you’re doing it wrong’ he said, showing me how I should be standing. Straight back, flat feet, arms at 90 degrees, and palms flat on the surface – otherwise the energy can get trapped inside, which can be bad. So I did. And it was amazing.

I saw an inrush of images, colours, shapes, way too fast for me to make much of (especially considering I had secretly thought I’d probably not see very much at all). Amazing, but way too much. I felt Bob come closer and touch my hair. ‘If it’s too much, just focus on one thing’ he said. And I chose shapes. Some came with colours, some were in shades of black and white, but every stone I communed with at the Hurlers had a unique shape. One came up in the form of a rodent with bulging eyes. Another was very like a millipede. Some were more like jagged or wavy lines than shapes. But for the first time I felt like I belonged in the pagan community – that I wasn’t deluding myself into believing what wasn’t real.

The stones were warm and welcoming, even if their surface was cold. And it felt wonderful to see the energies of the stones in all their vibrancy. Just a taste of what was to come, but it was enough and I was completely hooked!

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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