it is in our bones to remember.

i live in LA. this city is very ill. meditating this morning in the breezy, mottled shade of a beautiful california morning…

suddenly i find myself

Cold Stone Slab



Mountains, green lush vistas, amid the clouds

Do you know where I am?

Terraced walk-ways, sloped crag-side settlement

Cold stone slab on my feet, surrounding me left and right in the walk-way

I feel the stone penetrating my feet, grounding me, earthing me, reminding me, making me, in-forming me
I am present, embodied, alive, refreshed, Charged, here

I have been here before
This is in my bones, imbedded,

Later, I read in Wikipedia, “In Peru in the 15th century AD, the Inca made use of otherwise unusable slopes by building dry stone walls to create terraces. They also employed this mode of construction for freestanding walls. Their ashlar type construction in Machu Picchu uses the classic Inca architectural style of polished dry-stone walls of regular shape. The Incas were masters of this technique, in which blocks of stone are cut to fit together tightly without mortar. Many junctions are so perfect that not even a knife fits between the stones. The structures have persisted in the high earthquake region because of the flexibility of the walls and that in their double wall architecture, the two portions of the walls incline into each other.”

how did they cut the stone? crystals? beams of light? intuitively this is what comes up. reminds me of the time i spent on the thousand year old tree in washington, the way that, through the energies surrounding the tree, i was reminded of these cosmically grounded ways of knowing that we’ve forsaken in the society in which i am birthed. being in the energies of the tree was like being in a vortex and, with an open mind and heart, i was able to read this energy and have access/be privy to thoughts and intuitions beyond the “normal” scope of seeing as we look at it today. i am coming to remember that, through nature, humans have access to ways of being on the earth that enable us to be more embodied, prepared, present and fused with evolution in a co-creative way. how exciting! how beautiful and magical! and ironic in a way that embedded right where we are, on the earth, lies this deeply connected, rooted way of being in which we can create systems rivaling if not going beyond our wildest current imaginations….


Bringing this “back”, embodying and creating these visualized, flourishing and connected ways of being is what I’m about here. Clay, Stone, Crystals, Trees, Humans, Animals, Elements, Seeds; these are a few of my favorite things… :)

This also falls in line with and is encouraged by something I read and copied down by Annie Dillard in The Writing Life a few days ago as I consumed the book in the South Pas library,

Why do you never find anything written about that idiosyncratic thought you advert to, about your fascination with something no one else understands? Because it is up to you.

There is something you find interesting, for a reason hard to explain. It is hard to explain because you have never read it on any page; there you begin. You were made and set here to give voice to your own astonishment.