The Moonstone Meditation
Finding Tiny Treasures
Years ago I came to California with my Mom and we ventured out one day with no agenda as to where we wanted to go. Somehow we ended up on Moonstone Beach near Cambria and you would have thought I had died and gone to heaven.
The entire beach was nothing but beautiful polished stones that were simply stunning and indescribable. At that time, it was late on a cold winter afternoon and truly we should have been heading back. We were 4 hours from our hotel. But the stones were calling me …
While Mom patiently waited for me, I sat on the beach – bundled up, and I picked stones. At first I was so in awe of them, I didn’t know what to do – collect them all? Hardly. So I began picking up one stone at a time and I’d ask it if it wanted to come home with me. If I received a yes, then I would state out loud something I was grateful for in my life.
I sat there for nearly 2 hours or until the sun dipped beneath the horizon and I was forced to leave the beach. It was a beautiful, memorable day for me and for nearly 10 years a large jar of those moonstones sat on my shelf as a daily reminder of the many things for which I am grateful.
Yesterday I was able to spend time at that same beach. This time a little differently. I was alone, it was sunny and warm, and I had time. It started out as a walk on the beach and there were many stones scattered all over and I found myself looking for the bigger, shiny ones. The ones that really stood out. After awhile I grew tired of bending over to pick them up, the waves chased me and I ran. Finally I sat down on a patch of very tiny stones. Some stones the size of a flea and the largest ones only about the size of garlic clove. And I was happy. I sat there for a long while, finding tiny treasures that may seem so insignificant until you really begin to examine the true beauty and remarkable colors, striations, patterns and more. Each stone held a story.
About an hour into collecting my tiny treasures a woman came over and asked if I was looking for moonstones.
“Yes, I am” I told her.
“If you go to the mouth of the river there are hundreds and hundreds of big ones! I have my entire purse full of them!” She pulled out a large white moonstone and proudly showed it to me.
Excited to find bigger stones, I packed up my bag and shoes and headed to the mouth of the river. To get the really big moonstones I had to go in the water so I took my shoes off. The rocks were hard to navigate for my sensitive feet and I couldn’t stand comfortably. I would sink my feet in and try to get comfy, and bent over I’d dig through the stones finding the larger stones. A family soon came and they too began sifting through the stones, talking loudly. The kids began throwing rocks in the water nearly hitting me. Within about 15 minutes I was surrounded by a group of kids on a field trip and all of them laughing, screaming, some crying. My time collecting rocks suddenly became a basket of frustration.
I stopped what I was doing and simply observed what was happening in my world. I was chasing after the bigger, shiny, more polished stones – ones that I could “show off” and put on my altar, and shelves. But collecting them had become a chore, a frustration, I had lost the sacredness of the moment and was focused on the prize. I was tired, my feet hurt, my back was tired, I was frustrated to be listening to kids screaming and yelling, tired of having rocks thrown haphazardly while parents weren’t paying attention to their kids.
I wanted the sacred moment more than the shiny prize, I decided.
I went back to my pile of tiny treasures. There I was alone because while everyone else chased after the bigger, shiny ones, they didn’t want to be bothered with the smaller, seemingly insignificant ones. And yet, those tiny treasure ended up being what gave me the greatest moment. I was alone with the sound of the crashing ocean waves. I could sit comfortably as I sifted through the stones. I ran my hand through them, they were soft and silky, warm from the sun. Some stood out, screaming loudly “pick me! pick me!”. Others quietly waited to be noticed.
For 4 hours I sat there letting the stones tell me their story, feeling the gratitude in my heart for the life I have, acknowledging the strengths, opportunities, and the people, the experiences I have in my life. Each part of my life reflected to me in those moments of sitting in silence, just being, and observing…
And I’d like to share a piece of that peace with you. I filmed 20 minutes of those moments with my tiny treasures, the moonstones that often go unnoticed. No words, nothing other than collecting stones with me with the sound of the ocean.
Will you join me? During this visual meditation I encourage you to also reflect on your life – what are you gratitudes? Acknowledge your own strengths, experiences, the people who you love, and more. Let the stones tell you your own story …