“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”  ~ Rumi

It is rather naive to assume each day will, or should, be bright and happy. It should be common knowledge at this point that there is nothing without everything; sad balances happy.. death balances life, and so on… nothing is separate…..  We can’t escape this perpetual condition.  Even the geometry of space relies on vector equilibrium all the way up and down the scales of magnification…

Although balancing rocks also balances a messy mind, I surely get tangled in thought from time to time like most I know…. worrying about random things.  irrational imaginings…. however, the key is a lesson I learned from snowboarding and skateboarding actually…  Those moments when you look down a mountain and overcome the fear of flowing with it… the flow requires pure presence in the moment to achieve enjoyment while maintaining a relative degree of safety at high speeds….  The lesson being to LET GO of that fear. Go with the moment… A crucial skill for LIFE. When I go and balance it is often a way to let go of thought very easily… there is a similar pattern of letting go as a complicated balance is realized, especially with heavy rocks… sometimes I become at the mercy of the rocks as large weights and tensions disallow me to “rewind” or rethink. After a certain point, it is just me and the moment.  if the moment is not engaged fully, It can lead to sudden collapse and potential injury.  Same concept with bombing a hill on a snowboard.  You are either all into the moment or increasingly vulnerable to injury.

If letting go is not learned and practiced in life, I imagine it will not be easy to let go at the unpredictable moment of death.  One of the biggest wastes of energy I have found is consciously trying to protect myself from pain or sadness… simply FLOW.. the more we grasp and attach ourselves to ideas and things, the closer to disappointment we become…

“Let yourself become living poetry.” ~ Rumi

Gravity Glue was originally created as an outlet to share my experience in the art of stone balance. To share that which I have absolutely fallen in love with… Overwhelmingly positive response often inspires me to further explore and share the possibilities.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words.
Listen.
~ Rumi ~

Today I drove into Rocky Mountain National Park for a day of retreat, re-balance, observation, and reflection.  This weekend was anticipated to be near-peak for many Aspen groves as they underwent their brilliant color changes for Fall.  I had no expectations. No particular balance session in mind. Just me, my pack, the mountain and a few random hikers along the 12 mile round-trip hike.  My intended destination was an alpine lake just below the timberline. The hike was incredibly strenuous as I was slightly out of shape for such a long, constant uphill trek.  After a few hours, I finally reached my intended destination. Out of breath, exhausted, sweating; however, the views of the lake and peaks, were well worth the struggle. The silence was therapeutic as I sat next to the water in meditative observation.  Listening. Being. Occasionally imagining what it might be like to live in such a place. Peace of mind flooded my senses. City life became a distant memory as I quietly traded thoughts with the mountain, reflecting for quite some time. I ended the session by balancing a large rock as a gesture of appreciation for the experience.  The challenge then became leaving the lake to begin the 2 hour hike back down to the trailhead. Daylight fading. Unsure if darkness would overtake my descent.  Unsure if various predators would spot me alone in the wilderness.  Perhaps it would be better to think in terms of oneness as opposed to separate and alone.

There was a strange enchantment that befriended my descent, as if countless spirits watched me shuffle quickly down the mountain. Unavoidably delayed by Fall colors, views of aspen groves, rocks to balance, and twilight brilliance, I could sense darkness closing in faster than I could walk.  I had not seen another hiker in hours and wondered how much farther the descent might be. The solitude and growing darkness made for quite a primal experience. Adrenaline was high as I looked out for possible mountain lions scoping me for dinner. Not to mention bear territory.  Eventually I caught up with other hikers in the last half mile of the descent, relieved to feel somewhat safe again… I felt strange upon my return to the familiarity of cars and roads, but also quite relaxed and fulfilled with the day’s experience.

I can’t let you know
all the secrets..
I can’t open to you
all the doors..
there is something inside
that makes me happy..

but I can’t put my finger

on it’s source…!