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The Stories of the Stones

Justaday

11/18/2020

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It’s just a day, on just a bit of land, in just a random place on Earth. Just going about my business. Just cleaning my teeth, and brushing the dust from the kitchen floor. It’s just a day, mixing mortar and making a wall.

Justaday.

The cumulus at dawn is the first to spot the Sun, her soft cheeks ruddied by his arrival. One by one light fingers stretch over the mountains, reaching for all life. Warming it. Breathing something of the cosmos into it. As I sit in the woods in a bed of crispy leaves, the hazels begin to speak in the language of Earth. Their arms wave and rustle, bending sunlight this way and that.

Thoughts bounce into my awareness.
From where?
They disappear again.
To where?

And suddenly there in the dirt, I’m no longer shut inside the walls of my body. I’m no longer buffeted by the storm in my mind. I’m no longer fighting. No longer arguing with no one but myself.

The air rests on my cheeks and forehead. But is it outside me or within? And I remember how our minds  process all these phenomena, weaving our realities from them. A mental hatch snaps open. I sense nature’s gaze upon me. The interchange between there and here. A tiny wren hops from one twig to another, twitching her head so fast my eye only registers before and after. I’m in a world of symbol and metaphor again.

Sun treads over the sky making the trees blink. Rocks pull away from the landscape, captivated by his light. The hens call. I stand slowly, alert. This is Justaday. It’s a hinge moment. A power point. An axis between multiple worlds. And it is we who decide which one rises into the foreground. And which sinks below the horizon.

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    Runes

    The word Rune is derived from the root - run or runa meaning whisper or secret. In linguistic terms, runes are the symbolic letters of ancient Germanic alphabets, or even short Norse poems. Runes can be stones inscribed with magical symbols or 'spells too. Welcome to my runes. Are they symbols? Are they poems? Or are they spells? I'll leave it up to you.

    Author

    Atulya K Bingham is an author, natural builder and lone off-gridder now lost in the hills of northern Spain.

    "I consider myself a person who is connected to nature, somebody who respects the earth; this book has me walking through the world with all my senses opened." Emma Blas,  editor Her Heart Poetry
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