Copyright © 2006 Barry G. Moses.
I'm not usually inclined to discuss certain spiritual things, especially in public, but I had an unusual experience today. I feel moved to share that experience with others. Maybe someone will benefit from this account.
As I tell the story, you have to know I'm not a smoker, but when we built the fire for the sweat today, I felt the spirit of the rocks telling me, "Come sit with us a while, grandson. Smoke with us and let us share your pain." I wasn't even aware I felt any pain in that moment, but I obeyed the spirit and shared a smoke with the grandfather rocks. I put one in the fire and kept one for myself. As I sat looking into the fire, an overwhelming sadness crept over my body until I felt myself on the verge of tears. Later in the evening, I wept openly.
Now I come home and find out I lost something important to me. Yes, the grandfathers knew my sadness, even before I became aware.