It is high in the mountains, this valley of stone. One must hike hours to get here, and even then, that’s not enough. Because you must stop, and allow yourself to see. As with any landscape, unless you do this, you will easily pass it by, on the way to “more important things.”
Tumbling down from the hillside, rocks and boulders cascade from above, a waterfall of granite. Although all is still, there is a sense of movement, of dynamics, of change and life.
A cluster of trees in the background surrounds a pile of rocks. Light shines upon them, creating a glow as well as a sense that these trees have personalities; they could speak, if only we knew what to say. They stand as a group, shoulder to shoulder, almost hugging the rocks, protectively.
The entire effect is one of magic, of fantasy, of an other-worldly place: could there be sprites here? Faeries? Pixies? It is a fanciful thought, but there is something about this place that inspires the mind to travel around and up and over, far away from the prosaic, the conventional, the commonplace.
Why not? Why not allow the mind to soar, like a pixie or a sprite, up the hillside and to the tops of the mountains ringing around? While there, dance across the edges before leaping, nimbly, back into the valley, and hopping from rock to rock to rock until you reach the foreground of the painting.
“Oh, this is silly,” some mutter. “I’m going to go do my more important things.”
And what could be more important than taking time out to dream and daydream, to imagine and wonder, to think and pretend – important things that we did readily as children, and sadly, put away when we boxed up our toys and . . . our imagination?
Step into the Valley of Stone, and see what you discover.
(The Valley of Stone is located in the Wallowa Mountain wilderness of Oregon, USA.)
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