A very Merry Autumn, Gentle Readers, if you are not enjoying the cool breezes and gentle sunlight then may you all in the South East be drying out.
Life right now has been personally stressful and I am blaming the fine whisps of grey hair on it: I’ll call them highlights and ignore my age. Strange how you can look back one day and it seems like you were just starting to wend your way through the world and had the wind at your back like wings; and another time you look back and can only see the long spiral of time-events that twists to a strange rhythm and has pulled you too far along. I am trying to be mindful that our past has carried us forward to this point but our actions that we create in the Now will prove our future and help define our current worth. I am very drawn to the idea that we are a sum of our ancestors yet able to alter and change our fate, even expected to. My Beloved has the ability to walk away from a strong and vivid thread of his path and branch away, rather like a streak of lightening across his tapestry of life. While I adore him for this ability I have in the past climbed over every string of warp and weft: Finally with time and a growing awareness I am making my own bright light. It is perhaps woven from fine silver and filaments of gold but it is my own lightening bolt.
Our house hold is not afraid of spiders. Only Black Widows and Brown Recluses may get smacked because they are poisonous in the extreme. For most of the late Summer and this Autumn we have had a huge, pale Orb Weaver hanging out in the eaves of the outside near the front door but blocking the two steps off of the small porch. Big Mama is our porch mate at night and so we just step off the porch on the side while Sorcha does her cute little leaping run. And just like Motel 6 “We’ll leave the light on for you.” While it must look either neighborly or energy wasteful, the front porch light stays on all night to attract as many moths for Big Mama as it can. For a week or so there were two spiders and we called the new one Wicked Sister; take that gypsy meal moths! As I had a pantry ruined in NC by those little buggers I do get some satisfaction knowing we are helping to set the buffet for Big Mama. There is something so ephemeral and provocative about those slender filaments woven night after night, passively gleaming from the eaves.
Illinois is a plethora of karst and fluorite, which is great for fossils but highly so-so for anything else. We did hear about the small town of Piasa (Pie-sa) and thought we had directions to a stream that was said to have fossils and geodes even worthy of Boy Scout trips. Whelp, we found Piasa and we found a drool worthy karst formation and then we found the chain link fence. There were some trails through the small park and public land and I do applaud the bicyclist that wizzed past us ’cause around the corner was one heck of an incline. We wandered some little side paths to a stream that had some rocks in it and after a round or two of Iron Out my eye for patterned shapes had paid off and I had found a cute calcite sample. The weather was sublime and the exploration was relaxing and a plus for yours truly was not collapsing back at the car and in finding two geodes that had fallen out of part of a karst formation. Truthfully the story of the Piasa monster is more exciting than the trip but the caverns were truly yummy to look at; even had fresh flowing water we could hear and see reflected onto the ceiling.
And along a small side hill I found a great vein of Calcite which gave me hope for the stream further along. Of interest to geologists and rockhound minutia was the geodes we found. They were solid balls of sediment stone/mud that were thinly separated by fine layers of quartz druzy. I’m keeping them for the unique place I found them and the intriguing layering. And yes it is me in the stream finding the cool calcite piece.
Next adventure is Hamilton IL Keokuk Geode Festival and that should be a whirl wind of people, rocks, mud, vendors, dogs, crystals and Keokuk Iowa hospitality.
May some of the inexplicable Heart of the Earth that I experience come to you through this slender post. May the slight brushing of the Veil bless you. May the Harvest Moon wrap you and yours gently.