In this blog I am not pondering unseen matters such as mysteries about the future. This blog’s matter is a mass that can be seen and weighed. Though it has these solid qualities there is mystery about this kind of matter, also. I admire the smooth shapes and variety of colors of the river rock used in the landscaping at Greencroft. Where do the pebbles come from, why so many colors and why are they shaped like that? Authorities say they were dredged and shoveled from river, lake and ocean banks and bottoms. They have survived intense heat, been shaped by the powerful scraping of glaciers, ground by enounters betweeen the earth’s continental plates, or hardened under the presssure of oceans of water. Since coming home from Arizona I’ve found a small rock with strange markings on its surface. My Joyce and I saw different images at first. Now we see the same.
On the day after the gathering of Unity Fellowship for worship and meditation Nate, Kathy, Natalie and I drove to Williams, AZ where we caught the train to the Grand Canyon. You can see a video promoting that adventure by clicking here. The train moved through many miles of Arizona’s wilderness Jerry, my new Native American cowboy friend who gathers wilderness stones to make jewelry said that he believes this land was once covered by a great ocean of water. The past holds its own mysteries.
This wilderness, like Florida’s everglades, has its own beauty. But the everglades is a river of grass overflowing with wildlife. Fish, snakes, alligators, rookeries, and Seminole and Miccosukee trubes of Native Americans are visible to tourists in the everglades. But in the Arizona desert we saw no surface water, few cattle, no rattle snakes, tarantulas, wild turkey, gila monsters, or bob cats, but all of these creatures are said to inhabit the desert.
The train ride was a time for the family to socialize and relax. When we arrived at the Grand Canyon Village we discovered that it had been commercialized by hotels and restaurants. A kindly employee of an establishment took us at no fee to a place to eat and gave us useful tips to viewing the canyon.
Finally we were at the rim of the canyon. It was indeed a Grand Canyon, a mysterious matter. Below is a picture taken with the little camera in my phone. No picture can do it justice.
Did whirrling water create the Grand Canyon? How long did it take for my little pebble with an image on its face to come into being and journey from its place of origen to central manor’s door 6? Those are mysterious matters, not illusion, but questions about real matter.
Millions or billions
of tons or years creating
so great mystery