The sound of the river finds me, as I hold this stone to the sanding stone. Slowly the room around me slips away as I drop deeper into the rhythm carried by this pounamu. Following its natural curves, I try not to change its form, focusing instead on softening the rough outer edges, drawing out the essence within it. Absorbed in this work, my mind drifts again to the awa, Arahura on the west coast, as I ask the stone to take me to its origins.
Deeper we go, into the stone itself, cracks, lines, colours, molecules and earthen density, amidst the relentless sound of river flow.
Have you ever felt, or heard, the way a stone whispers? Does it communicate, in its own unique way? A feeling, a thought, a breath. You thought you imagined it, it might slip away unless you focus entirely on it. Layer by layer, we teach each other of presence, energy, a wairua of starlit divinity you thought you only imagined.
Arahura - Pathway of Light
One half of a river stone,
pounamu on moss green cord.
The sound of the river finds me, as I hold this stone to the sanding stone. Slowly the room around me slips away as I drop deeper into the rhythm carried by this pounamu. Following its natural curves, I try not to change its form, focusing instead on softening the rough outer edges, drawing out the essence within it. Absorbed in this work, my mind drifts again to the awa, Arahura on the west coast, as I ask the stone to take me to its origins.
Deeper we go, into the stone itself, cracks, lines, colours, molecules and earthen density, amidst the relentless sound of river flow.
Have you ever felt, or heard, the way a stone whispers? Does it communicate, in its own unique way? A feeling, a thought, a breath. You thought you imagined it, it might slip away unless you focus entirely on it. Layer by layer, we teach each other of presence, energy, a wairua of starlit divinity you thought you only imagined.
Arahura - Pathway of Light
One half of a river stone,
pounamu on moss green cord.
