hag stones also known as alder stones, witch stones, serpent's eggs, or aggri
are rocks found mostly by water ways with natural holes worn into them. they have been used for centuries in many cultures and are known for possessing magic powers.
hag stones are thought to dispel evil, prevent disease, protect the wearer, and if you gaze through the hole it is believed by some to be a portal into the fairy realm.
there is something about their versatility, strength, and transparency which evokes a kind of curiosity, any collector would be proud to stumble upon these pretties.
collected in Muğla province on the fringes of the Aegean sea, Turkey
an aroma clung to the wind
lifted by the sea
reaching to me
a greeting that lingered long beyond any stretch of time
'count moments not aims sculpted by the mind'
and as our earth sprouts so indulgently
the former life sacrificed
an ever bounding rotation
praise the instant
A friend recently shared this saying with me: 'as we inch closer to our death we begin to take smaller steps'
While contemplating this I chose not to think of these steps as a kind of attempted delay but instead felt that as the years stack upon themselves the feet that have moved through them now know relativity, understand time and have mastered the art of savouring.
At the moment I am in Turkey where most of the older generations hold the traditions intact and as the weeks go by and I make my rounds traveling this region I will devote my respect to these gems who have endured the joys of life through producing, selling, creating and well, just living...
small steps 1: basket man
This man claimed to have a need for creating these wonderful baskets, said it gave him a mind of peace which would otherwise be anxious and rambling. He was proud of the fifty years spent with his wife and also lit up when his son appeared. He was my momentary idol with his patchwork pants and authentic patena... simply weaving the moments.
In that whisper is an invitation to become a translator, asking you to insert fragments of divine into this world. A reminder that you are a master whose duty is to manufacture grandeur. Go forth and shine,
get twisted into existence, let your spirit fly and allow the direction you are sent to be your joy...
fill my moments with gloomy skies so I can walk in the drops, drink spicy milk in an arched alley refuge, listen to the song of liquid surroundings and make pictures of the golden orb hiding in the clouds with its light constantly bounding...