Change was whispering hints through the thin blue air of winter, and now the mountains were calling. The sound barely heard, was vibrating bone deep, an echo ringing through time. These stone peaks towering into the sky, unchanged over countless lifetimes, were yearning company. They rolled out a welcome carpet of bone white stone.
This eternal space, seemingly untouched by time and all her processes, had in fact secrets to share about change. Thrust up out of the heart of earth countless eons ago, the signs and symptoms of change were indeed laid bare on the slopes all around. A stone backbone told of her body of rock exposed when dinosaurs still roamed the planet, covered by a living green blanket of life over thousands of years, and now exposed again. The clock turns slowly on the mountain.
Ice and rain and wind had clawed away these stone fingers, still clinging to their home, unwilling to seek new pastures. Now they watched, sentinels of earth, witnessing the changes unfolding around them.
Building blocks had been thoughtfully quarried and shaped from the mountains body. They stood ready to be used, becoming a little smoother with every passing year.
Some stones had already been shaped into useful walls, by hands which had been long under the earth. Balanced into a structure which couldn’t quite hold as time picked and tugged at their edges. Now they were tumbling back into the body of the mountain, re absorbed into the smooth slopes.
This stone window stood, offering a framed view of the distant Coullins, virtually unchanged since eyes now closed called this home. Shaped from the bones of rock crumbled and scattered beneath our feet.
The gable wall held memories of stories round the fire, as winter storms hurled ice and rain against this home. They were reluctant to let go of the past and the energy spent raising them up off the ground. They had grown accustomed to their neighbours and their place in the wall. Nature had sent roots and branches to work their way through the spaces and cracks, slowly dissolving the structure, crumbling the rocks back into the earth. There was plenty of time, no need to rush the change.
Slowly new rocks are released from the mountain’s peak, and they roll invisibly down the slope, towards the sea. Perhaps they move at night, unseen and unnoticed by all but the mountain herself.
Thoughtfully she worked with the weather to create a sculpture, which to our fast eyes and hearts is fixed and stable, but to the mountain is dissolving in time.
Change flows all around us, often unseen and unnoticed, as the structures and energies of life combine, dissolve and recombine. Sometimes when we noticed things have changed over time we get a fright, because we weren’t looking and didn’t notice the process. We like things to be fixed and certain, but the truth lies all around in clear view. Nothing remains unchanged, and perhaps tuning in to the slow and steady changes would allow them to feel more comfortable and less frightening.