For many practitioners, stone balance acts as a daily outlet of stress, anxiety, PTSD, and pretty much any build up of unpleasant cerebral knots. It started for me as a valuable outlet from a job i hated at the time. it was the colorful side of life amidst relative monotony and mandated routine.
it quickly became the best way i know to reconnect with myself, and also to people around me. even still, now that i’m able to do this full time, there are many energetic knots that come from living a human life, dealing with money, our current cultural system that i feel a bit alien to, other human beings… but all in all, life is great, and i wouldn’t trade it for anything, i want it all! even the darkest elements. the ones no one sees or hears about. there is nothing easy about the road i’ve chosen. and i don’t expect to find a yellow brick road. nor do i want one.
i love the chaos. the unpredictability. the adventure. the way i’m regularly humbled close to the point of breaking. the mind wrenching beauty i get to witness along the way. . . i can look back at photos and instantly channel the feelings of that time and space.
Someone once told me that in a certain culture, the practice of balancing rocks has very powerful implications for dealing with stress. Specifically, that each rock or arrangement takes on a worry of the practitioner. by way of balancing, the worry is channeled into the rock formation, which, by nature, is temporary. the rocks hang in balance for a time, before the attached worries dissolve upon collapse.when my mom was having surgery a few months ago, i didn’t sit in the hospital and worry. the best thing i could think of was to go find rocks close to the hospital and do what i know to clear worrisome energy, and boost positive energy. i also saw it as a kind of prayer. through practicing peace, i was able to create a peaceful headspace, which is where it all starts.still curious when this will all collapse, but for now i’m just gonna keep riding a seemingly growing wave.