I know that this obsidian holds some kind of power. I found it on a walk in the West Coast when I was around 20. It is smooth and dark and weighty and sharp. It seemed to be waiting for me to pick up.
….What is a sacred object, but a placeholder for mystery and faith in what can’t be seen?
People incorporate the divine into their personal landscapes. Objects can serve as doorways between secular and sacred worlds. They bridge the gap between human and divine by evoking emotion and memory.
I remember the day I picked this up off the path, and the wonder I felt then and now.