The Stone That Howls

It began beneath a full moon.
A sound, soft yet wild, threaded through the stillness.
A howl—not from beast or wind, but from stone.
A stone with a voice. A memory. A message.

It was Howlite.

Howlite’s song…

When the mind races and wont shut off and in a constant state of stress, keeping you from rest—true rest—and sometimes even from sleeping at night, the tendency is to try to gain control over it. To still it with meditation. To quiet it with herbs or oils or drugs. To change old patterns with medically proven methods and mind/body techniques. But what if all those thoughts that race through your mind are not bad or a sign that something is wrong. What if they are just a backlog of unheard messages and attempts at communication that have been ignored and now have created a backlog. What if the simple answer is to listen to what they are trying to tell you.

The mind is an incredibly powerful machine and when it is befriended, the creative potential is staggering (mind blowing). Trying to control it will expand a huge amount of energy and resources.

Trying to tame it and harness it at your whim like a wild beast and lock it away when you are done with it will expend more time and effort than it will yield. Working in harmony with it, opens up a source of energy that can make life much easier and more joyful.

You’ve isolated mind from body and tried to control each as if they are separate from each other. They are not. It's very simple to remedy the rift. (Some people write morning page to empty their minds of all the clutter but there is gold to be mined in those pages.) Each thought in the mind has purpose. Expressing the thought is only the first step. Those thoughts are not junk to be dumped. They hold key information.

It begins with sound

It called to me like an echo from beyond,
a reminder that healing begins with sound—especially the sound
that rises from within us.
Our voice is more than communication.
It is invocation. Medicine. Magic.

Resonance

How curious, then, that Howlite’s message was not loud but quiet.
A paradox.
A stone that howls to teach silence.
Howlite is a guide toward stillness of the mind,
not through suppression, but through harmony.
It calms not by force, but by resonance.

White noise

In its raw form, it resembles the brain—an eerie, sacred mimicry.
In polished pieces, white with gray veining,
it looks like white noise suspended in stone.
Or the dance of grey matter beneath consciousness itself.
It is no coincidence that this stone connects to sound healing.

Strands of light

The vibrations of our voice stimulate the vagus nerve—a silken thread stretching from the brainstem, winding its way through the body like a serpent of light. This vital nerve is the bridge between voice and body, emotion and breath. It touches nearly everything that makes us feel alive.

And Howlite knows this.

It came to me as I began to explore chanting—not just as practice, but as a return.
It sang to me just as I was learning to sing to myself.

That it awakened beneath the full moon is no accident. Lunar light amplifies the voice, opens the throat, and thins the veil between what is and what might be heard.

A magical encounter

A few days later, a coyote crossed my path in the Sugarbush woodlot. It passed me like a breeze. In that flash she gave me a gift. One as deeply magical and transformative as the stones’.

At first, I didn’t see it—the connection between the creature and the stone. But of course: Coyote’s song is in the name of the stone. Howl-lite.
Both singers under moonlight. Both messengers.

Bones

Howlite also holds a special affinity for teeth and bones—the instruments of speech.
With teeth we form sound. With bone we carry it.

This is not symbolic; it is alchemical.
The voice is rooted in the body,
and Howlite knows this well.

Too often, this sacred white stone is overlooked,
or worse, dyed to mimic turquoise—as though it must wear a mask to be worthy.
But Howlite whispers what we need to hear:
You are enough in your natural form.
You need not become another to be accepted.

When we're ready

This stone appears when we are ready to find our true voice.
Not the one we were taught to use, but the one we were born with.
The voice that howls, heals, and harmonizes.

Click play below to hear about more synchronicities and about the Howlite that offers a lifeline, and the cartoon cat named Maos (pronounced “mouse”)...