I was born into a garden of boulders. As a small child, I didn’t know the way, I couldn’t see over top of the boulders and no one around me seemed to see them. As I grew taller the boulders grew shorter, becoming rocks.
Some of the rocks had sharp corners to bark shins on. Some rocks looked solid until I stepped on them. As I grew more I found I could soften the edges of certain rocks, so it didn’t hurt if I bumped into them. I learned where the rocks were on the path so that I could avoid them. Some rocks I bent and removed from under foot, and some grew legs and carried themselves away.
Years have passed and again the perspective changes. Now I walk on a pebble strewn path. The pebbles crunch under foot marking my passage. I’ve learned that tear stained pebbles are glistening jewels washed in stories that look like colors of the rainbow. Occasionally they get in my shoes, and I know it is time to stop and look around for the lesson. As I remove the pebble I sing it’s praises and give thanks for it’s giveaway.
I can still see others walking boulder strewn paths or heavily rock strewn paths. Now I visit among the boulders and rocks when spirit moves me. I stay as long as I see and hold a vision of everyone walking the beautiful pebble strewn path of their lives.
Every one of us is a pebble on The Path. I could be a pebble on your Path. Let us walk softly together, admiring our diversity, glorying in our differences and celebrating our largesse.
If you see a beautiful pebble, wet or dry, it’s calling to you. Pick it up and put it in your pocket that the child in you may once again revel in the Earth wisdom that is our birthright. Soon, if you stop and listen closely, you too will hear whispers between pebble and child. Listen within and you too will find answers to your questions and fulfillment of hearts desires.
Some of the rocks had sharp corners to bark shins on. Some rocks looked solid until I stepped on them. As I grew more I found I could soften the edges of certain rocks, so it didn’t hurt if I bumped into them. I learned where the rocks were on the path so that I could avoid them. Some rocks I bent and removed from under foot, and some grew legs and carried themselves away.
Years have passed and again the perspective changes. Now I walk on a pebble strewn path. The pebbles crunch under foot marking my passage. I’ve learned that tear stained pebbles are glistening jewels washed in stories that look like colors of the rainbow. Occasionally they get in my shoes, and I know it is time to stop and look around for the lesson. As I remove the pebble I sing it’s praises and give thanks for it’s giveaway.
I can still see others walking boulder strewn paths or heavily rock strewn paths. Now I visit among the boulders and rocks when spirit moves me. I stay as long as I see and hold a vision of everyone walking the beautiful pebble strewn path of their lives.
Every one of us is a pebble on The Path. I could be a pebble on your Path. Let us walk softly together, admiring our diversity, glorying in our differences and celebrating our largesse.
If you see a beautiful pebble, wet or dry, it’s calling to you. Pick it up and put it in your pocket that the child in you may once again revel in the Earth wisdom that is our birthright. Soon, if you stop and listen closely, you too will hear whispers between pebble and child. Listen within and you too will find answers to your questions and fulfillment of hearts desires.
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