I have special things I keep close in my pocket or handbag, as well...my lucky buckeye, my glass eye, and a tiger eye marble. I love the notion of them being prayer beads. Lovely.
A prayer bead. You really have to work those with great effort.
There's an old story: a rock was kept at a temple in ancient China and the monks would take turns placing it on a shelf that was too narrow. It fell down and they put it back up. Story goes, one day the stone got tired, and stayed up on the shelf. Eventually it became an honored member of the order.
"long cleaned of salt...sand worn smooth daily" - very nice!
I love having something in my fingers too, smooth or rough, doesn't matter much, it's the size that counts. Something permanent, something familiar, something to create calm.
it's all we need to gain focus.
ReplyDeletealongside the river my hands always seem to find a stone, a small piece of driftwood. over and over i work it, somehow feeling more connected.
xo
erin
Gifts given reminding us to be grateful for the beauty that we make contact with.
ReplyDeleteA good use of this beautiful object.
ReplyDeleteSometimes a single touch to something grounded is all we need as a prayer.
ReplyDelete"...long cleaned of salt...sand..." has a hint of Buddha nature to it, the letting go of distractions in our lives. Very calming poem!
Rick
This is beautiful I love it! Te imagery is stunning and meditative
ReplyDeleteI have special things I keep close in my pocket or handbag, as well...my lucky buckeye, my glass eye, and a tiger eye marble. I love the notion of them being prayer beads. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteReading this poem was a meditation. Simply lovely, Ollie!
ReplyDelete...it soothes my soul... being close at the ocean is what i truly need these days... a calm reflection i think for tonight.
ReplyDeleteThanks.(:
~kelvin
A prayer bead. You really have to work those with great effort.
ReplyDeleteThere's an old story: a rock was kept at a temple in ancient China and the monks would take turns placing it on a shelf that was too narrow. It fell down and they put it back up. Story goes, one day the stone got tired, and stayed up on the shelf. Eventually it became an honored member of the order.
"long cleaned of salt...sand
worn smooth daily" - very nice!
What a lovely thought! I often have a hazel nut in my pocket and enjoy its smooth perfection between my fingers.
ReplyDeletePrayer bead or worry bead?
ReplyDeleteOh yes I do that too! shells and stones- thanks!
ReplyDeleteyou feel it don't you
ReplyDeleteas you run your thumb along
and feel the years and now the calm.
very nice bit Ollie.
~robert
I love having something in my fingers too, smooth or rough, doesn't matter much, it's the size that counts.
ReplyDeleteSomething permanent, something familiar, something to create calm.
smart take on the image.
ReplyDeletekeep inspiring.
Very spiritual, yet connected with nature. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteLoving the touch of the shell!
ReplyDeletei can't stand having stuff in my pocket. but i also can't stand leaving pretty stones at the beach.
ReplyDeleteLovely thought, it's a beautiful shell. I saw it as a pearl, not thinking at all of a prayer bead yet tending to a spiritual theme.
ReplyDeleteDescriptive and meaningful. A good reminder that we always have work to do on the self.
ReplyDeleteI love this little object to treasure in the hand and mind.
ReplyDeleteThis will be one of my favorites, I know.
ReplyDeleteLove the theme metamorphosis at the end.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice idea! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThe contents of our pockets - the regular things - bring us comfort. See with our fingers and not with our eyes.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
A shell that brings solace to the wayward world so to speak!
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