Don't you just love those places where you feel welcomed by the rock you are standing on. I have one of those in the Arbuckle mountains in southern Oklahoma. It's a bit of a walk to get to, there is a natural ledge to sit on, it covered on shards of Flint and quartz, and of you're lucky enough and open your self up to it, you'll be blessed and find an arrow head or a spear tip with it's feathered razor sharp edges. Yes, I've left blood there slicing my thumb on the edge, checking the sharpness. Yes, I've left tears there, captivated in the majesty overlooking the Washita river valley, basking in the smell of red cedar and pine. So yes, I get your drift and know the feeling all to well how a spot of land can call to you in a voice beckoning you to come, to sit, to inhale. I suppose it's evidence of a higher power or the blood of royalty coursing through our veins. Either way it is a real, tangible, blessing.
xo