Yes I am a rock …..but I am more
July 25, 2008
As you walk along the beach you know me as a rock, a stone….one of a pile tossed by the waves or stranded on the beach. You pick me up and I am smooth and wet. Yes I am a rock …..but I am more.
I am of the body of the earth; I am of the water that is life.
When you hold me you hold time, for how you see me now is not how I have always been. I am part of the greater body broken off by the waves, moved around in the currents of life.
I have been carried by the waters that feed life and have held death and I have become one of many in the sand and the sea. My texture shows my ancestry; my veins and colors my beginning and my source; of how I was part of the body.
To know me you must understand my journey… the waves and storms that have carried me here and how I have become one with this community.
When you hold me truly look at me and feel me. I am one of many; all of different sizes, shapes and colors yet we have all been through much of the same. We are all part of the body and we have been carried by the waves; my rough edges smoothed, my sharp edges calmed by time.
When you hold me you hold time……I am the beginning and the end.
The waters that have smoothed me hold joy……. sadness…… despair….. hope…life….death. As you hold me you hold all that have touched these waters and you are connected to them all.
I am of the whale; I am of the gull; I am of the seal that feeds near the shore and of the fish that swim in the waves; I am of the child splashing in the waves; I am of the sailor lost at sea; I am of the creatures of the deep; I am the algae that feeds life; I am of them all and more.
As you hold me think of all that has touched these waters and have touched me; for you are part of us all. You too are part of the whole and like you I will someday become the sand and return fully back to the earth from where we have all come.
3 comments:
Jeff......that was BEAUTIFUL!! And how I related. I love the smoothness of the beach rocks/stones. I collect them and have quite a collection of stones and sea glass. All colors. I have some of them in a dish in my office area. I touch them frequently and do wonder how large they were once upon a time, eons ago.
I'l share something with you. You may or may not identify with it. Ten years ago when I was so depressed I could write feelings and write stories that were really good. Now that I'm healthier, I find I cannot write like that. The feelings I had just are not there anymore. Perhaps because I am happy and all the old depression and sad feelings are gone. I don't know. It might have been a passing feeling or time you had. You might just be in a better place now, like me. It would be great if you found your words. They are very thoughtful and beautiful. Good Luck my fine Eastern friend.
Thanks Debbie. Interesting that some of my best writing, such as this came not at a super stressful time but an extremely challenging time but the words just came out. I've been fortunate to not have been challenged by depression though anxiety and not managing stress well is my Achilles. I'm doing much better tackling the anxiety but the stress is a more tenacious adversary. It been almost a full year since I've taken more than a day or two off from work so I eect that has something to do with it. I think once those are at bay then words will again flow.
I hope so! would love to read some more!...deb
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