There are so many places on cliffs and in streams where a profile or a whole or partial face appears. Geologists can explain how they were worn or why the rock broke in that way.
But even the not so fanciful among us are caught by those faces. It’s easy to anthropomorphize… As a species, we’re built for that.
But I always wonder… being me… about the spirit of that rock. Although of course, I wonder about the spirit of that stream or cliff… but the face always catches at my heart.
Speak to me of Love, o Oracle of the Rock. Speak to me of Peace.
