“Geomancy...”

I've always believed in Geomancy: the mysteriousness of the Elements.
I've certainly felt the reality of Geopiety: special favorite places in the world where we each seem to belong.

How about you? Hasn't it felt just 'right' when you've touched that granite rock, turned a corner on that trail and saw that forever moment vista, or landed with a muted crunch on that sandy and rocky beach.

What about one of those nights when you got up for a moment and gazed up at stars to numerous to count.
Then discovered again that mountain lake that you've seen so many times before and yet find yourself now really beginning to sense what is there.

Then there are the sounds - falling asleep to the wind in the trees, the distant thunder that both intrigues and yet scares us, the many cords of the rain, how it starts, grows in cadence, then fades away. And the ocean - which has too many sounds too note, and yet whose music we never seem to tire of.
How can there not be a Geomancy; how can we not find some Geopiety?

So it also feels right to then give something back; picking up some garbage out there, helping on trail restoration, or quietly passing forward while placing a few little touchstones season after season.

Maybe when others found these, it invited them to create some of their own Geomancy.
Maybe they will also then give something back to that wild place...

DSD