Its that time of the winter when the earth is quiet and there is a still spot inside me waiting for the world to grow again. Even in California on a sunny day you feel it. Things waiting and resting in a sombulent state. Trance-like.
I met large wet black boulder when walking through Pinnacles National Park last week. It was in a little glade off the trail where water flowed down the cliff on a rainy day. I stood next to the boulder and looked straight up and see random drops of water flying off the cliff above me. They flew down to the rock or sometimes onto me. The boulder was black and wet and still. I put my hand onto the boulder and could feel the earthly stillness inside of it.
Maybe thats where I caught the stillness from?