Welcome to Balanced Rocks: Pictures and Stories

Beginning March 16,2010, I began a journey of balancing rocks. I hold to the practice of setting to balance at least five sculptures a day, sometimes, many more. Of these I take lots of pictures and videos. While conducting this adventure, I have been introduced to an incredible unfolding story. Additionally, I discovered this phenomenon is manifesting worldwide. As I post pictures and stories, I found many others similarly engaged and sharing their works. Additionally, as folks come upon me performing my work, many want to find out how this is done and try themselves. This blog shares this work in both pictures and stories. Enjoy


A seeming impossibility becomes possible

Rock Balancing: The Beginning

On a fine summer day, sometime in August, 2009, I was visiting family in Toronto. Like most folks spending summer in a large city, we used up as much time as we could finding outdoor events that would cool us. One afternoon, we headed to the Beaches section of East Toronto. After spending some time playing in a large sandbox in the shade with my grandkids and some of their newfound companions, we headed to the Boardwalk that extends from Balmy Beach to Kew Gardens. Ella accompanied me, Liam took off with his mom, Natalie. They ventured down the boardwalk, Ella and I headed onto the sand toward the water’s edge. Halfway there we encountered what looked like a small size Stonehenge.

About a dozen sculptures were gathered together in a rough circle. Each was a stack of two or three rocks balanced one on another. The tallest one was slightly taller than Ella, who was small average height for a five year older. All were in the neighborhood of three feet and four feet tall. What immediately jumped out was the precarious nature of the balancing. Most points of contact were miraculously slight. Most seemed to be standing on a point. Two more folks were witnessing this amazing display. We imagined that there must be small metal rods embedded at the point of contact, or else some kind of glue was used. Each of us peered from close low angles to detect what could account for this mystical display. Ella, not being so cautious, toppled one structure over. Luckily, it did not land on her.

I hurried over and picked up the fallen rock. I saw no evidence of a rod or glue. It indeed had been balanced on its pedestal. I lifted it up and tried to place it back where I reckoned it had been balanced. I cautioned Ella, to be careful and not upset any more sculptures and went about the task of finding balance. I was not successful and struggled immensely but did not find the magic spot where stability could be achieved. After a lengthy effort, an attractive Asian woman about my age approached and gently nudged me aside offering to demonstrate her work. She pointed to the spot she would set the stone upon. She called it by a foreign name. To me it looked like a slight dimple.

Placing the small end of the upper rock into that hollow, she deftly and quickly moved it around, slightly twisting and cajoling it into position. The sight of this slender woman with longish graying hair performing an intricate dance with a rock slightly larger than her head emanated calmness. It seemed only the ends of her fingers were used to achieve these small movements. Apparently, equilibrium was close. Shortly she was done and withdrew her palms which naturally assumed an open prayer posture. The rock I had grappled with was majestically resting in its previous stable state. She next went over and reset two other structures, I had not noticed were also amiss. I just took them to be part of the rubble strewn about the beach. Now all the display was standing and providing a small sense of order in our chaotic world.

I never got this woman’s name, but heard her story. She had set this display up for the purpose of taking pictures, one of which she hoped to use for a cover of a book she was publishing. Unfortunately not getting her name makes it difficult to find her book. But I carried away with me the sight of her presentation and the incredible feeling I had witnessed an amazing ethereal event. I also felt an urge to explore this practice.

Rock in the Snow

Rock in the Snow
January in Toronto

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Can I stop?, June 2008: Ithaca, NY

Yesterday’s entry ended with a reference to lemmings. I have never witnessed their mass suicides and suppose their story to be accurate. My journeys that began over thirty years ago were propelled by a quest to seek where humanity, as represented by North American society, was headed. A substantial sentiment had us headed toward a new age. Some named it the age of Aquarius. Talk pointed to a dawning of spiritual enlightenment. Along side this was mentioned tales of apocalyptic visions. Shortly before I left, I was introduced to the story presented in the Book of Revelations detailing the mark of the beast. It was given to me by a young woman I met in a sub shop. She was despondent over her father’s recent suicide, a lemming perhaps. I do not know how the topic of the beast’s mark came into our conversation but I was intrigued and after going home checked the story out in my own bible.
It looked highly likely that conditions were ripe for to see the unfolding of that story in our world. In an earlier career at IBM, I remembered that we colloquially referred to the vast computer network we were constructing and assembling as “The Beast.” Coincidence perhaps. It was likely a determinant factor in my goal of not having a job during my year of travel, as an experiment, to see if it were possible to exist outside of society’s control. As the story goes, those not having the beast’s mark are not able to buy or sell. Not taking the mark meant not having money, or at least not using it in the traditional sense. I believed not having a job, put me out of the beast’s reach. But it did put me within reach of other’s who were intent upon escaping the beast’s clutch. As the Christian story unfolds it issues warnings of the dire consequences for those accepting the mark.
Besides this dark tale, was a similar unfolding story that held possibility of just as great consequence of opposite description. In this story, mankind’s spiritual progress would yield a new version of paradise. In this story we would all live in peace having supplanted our materialistic goals with those of the spiritual nature. I witnessed these two tales unwrapping in juxtaposition. In both matters spiritual sprang into prominence. So perhaps we were indeed entering the dawning of a new age, that brought spirit into play. I am penning this story with today’s dateline, but it reflects back to a state of mind, I faced while winding down the end of that first year’s experiment. These are similar thoughts I dwelled on then as I was coming to a decision about where to head after finishing my goal of not having a job for a year. As I get back to relating that tale, I will also expose underlying notions that influenced my choices.


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Blog Archive

About Me, Part One

My photo
Rock Balancing: The Beginning. What began as a journal of my travels took a hiatus when I began to settle in Ithaca NY. In the meantime, I took up the practice of setting rocks to balance. I returned to my blog to begin recording this story

Part, The second

On Easter Sunday Morning, 2008, I made a decision to settle in the Ithaca New York area. At the same time, I decided to continue to post my blog, However, the stories now will come from the archive stored internally. These will be the stories I gathered while on previous journeys and never entrusted to paper. The date of each posting will not reflect the date of the story being related but will mark the date that narrative got inscribed.

Carry wood

Carry wood
33 years later

Part: The third

I took a brief hiatus from my daily blog writing. I did not know the direction it would take. part of me thought I would abandon it. It turns out I missed it. The old title "On the Road Again' is no longer apt. It appears I am settling. The travel stories will age to a point, when I will probably resusitiate them and do something with them. I dusted off some old stories and begin this new series.
Thr first is one was written two years ago. I edited it and begin again a series that is more apropos to someone settling in upper New York State. They are meant to warm, amuse, educate and sometimes inflame.