Standing by the stones
No stones around here. Some little rocks, maybe. Pebbles, to be sure. But based on a year of observation, not a single stone of any importance. And certainly none standing around.
I’ve been watching some documentary footage, from England and Ireland. Over there, they have stones that are famous. World famous? Probably. Who hasn’t seen a photo of Stonehenge? I’ve learned, based on my afternoon of idle study, that man has placed great belief in standing stones, particularly if they’re “in a circle”.
The afternoon program pointed out that there are many old roads. OLD roads. In place from here to there for hundreds of centuries. Not even paved, which shows us that our modern highway departments are “off the track”. And at various points along the way, stone circles. Tombs? Worship sites? Did the road go to the circle, or the other way around.
The same thing, over in Ireland (where some of the stones have been a feature for longer than those in England, or even Egypt). I’m unsure if I want to go and stand around with my hands outstretched, trying to sense whatever vibrations might be happening, but if the day comes that I can stare and ponder, I’m all for it.
The Irish documentaries deal with the coastline; just like the series I watched about rail lines, the hosts get distracted. I know much more about formal gardens and dance than I will ever absorb about sleepers and junctions, or where the sea meets the land, but perhaps the topic will wander over that way.
