Thanks so much for this. I wish I could send it to my dear friend how lovingly built, and maintained my favorite trail I know, running from his super cool cabin on Orcas Island, (tastefully set back in the trees, meandering 1000 feet down to the spectacular waterline below. White rocks, mostly quartzite line the trail for easy navigation when the moon is out. I will not pass a piece of quartzite again without being reminded of his friendship. I suspect you two would have become fast friends too.
Like the quartzite that lines the walls inside and out of the ancient Newgrange monument in Ireland, the sun or moonlight hitting the far more ancient and abundant stones lights a path for us. I love the thought of the path lit with quartz. Thank you for this.
Scott’s compost now nourishes the central tree in a triangle of land in front of our house, unclaimed by the city or parks department. That spot served as our book group meeting spot during covid. We are
Beginning to gather white rocks to demarcate his compost, his tree, his memory. It too glows in the moonlight.
I have a wonderful collection of milky quartz and some more “rosy” ones. I can’t help myself and take one or two with me when I hike. Some of them are just too beautiful not to take.
Their lack of monetary value is low because of abundance, but for us to find beauty in the most common thing, puts it up there with watching sunrises and chickadees and knowing where joy truly resides. Its preciousness is what it does to us. I take it as a gift from Providence, like my grandmother with butterscotch candies in her pocket. To miss the precious merely because they are abundant is to miss so much. I’m glad you have those gifts given!
Thanks so much for this. I wish I could send it to my dear friend how lovingly built, and maintained my favorite trail I know, running from his super cool cabin on Orcas Island, (tastefully set back in the trees, meandering 1000 feet down to the spectacular waterline below. White rocks, mostly quartzite line the trail for easy navigation when the moon is out. I will not pass a piece of quartzite again without being reminded of his friendship. I suspect you two would have become fast friends too.
Like the quartzite that lines the walls inside and out of the ancient Newgrange monument in Ireland, the sun or moonlight hitting the far more ancient and abundant stones lights a path for us. I love the thought of the path lit with quartz. Thank you for this.
Scott’s compost now nourishes the central tree in a triangle of land in front of our house, unclaimed by the city or parks department. That spot served as our book group meeting spot during covid. We are
Beginning to gather white rocks to demarcate his compost, his tree, his memory. It too glows in the moonlight.
I have a wonderful collection of milky quartz and some more “rosy” ones. I can’t help myself and take one or two with me when I hike. Some of them are just too beautiful not to take.
Their lack of monetary value is low because of abundance, but for us to find beauty in the most common thing, puts it up there with watching sunrises and chickadees and knowing where joy truly resides. Its preciousness is what it does to us. I take it as a gift from Providence, like my grandmother with butterscotch candies in her pocket. To miss the precious merely because they are abundant is to miss so much. I’m glad you have those gifts given!
What a wonderful way of describing it. I agree. It is a gift that gives happiness.