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Kim Manley Ort's avatar

I picked the coldest week to be sitting on a rock but managed to do it today, although not in “my place.” I’m visiting with a friend on a lake up north. I chose a large rock on the shoreline, with shades of gold and grey, it’s sides covered in snow. The 15 minutes went by way faster than I thought as I sat and felt the cold, hardness of the rock surface. I wondered about how long that rock had been there and how it just sat there, experiencing all kinds of weather and water and animals and people. My sitting was a way of providing some warmth on the chilly day. I felt the rough, gritty surface and some of it came apart in my hands. Yet, it will be there for many years more I’m sure. I observed people ice fishing on the lake and it was very calm and quiet, a slight breeze coming from the south.

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Pete Deckinga's avatar

Your post reminds me of Anne Dillard’s Teaching a Stimr to Talk. Looking forward to the Hum of Silence.

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