“You’re in the right place”.
The people in my life are like rocks. Some of them are dumb. Some serve for stability, some are rolling stones. I could stack them in piles according to rules of agreement. Some of them, I’d like to lick or throw in the water, others I’d like to carry in my pocket. Some rocks look good, and some keep things back, down, or up. There is a rock in my bathroom that serves as a holder for a bar of Dial soap. That’s not necessarily one I’d like to lick. Some are fun to play with.
Yesterday, I walked a pleasant afternoon with a sweet friend. All over the neighborhood, I was barefoot. Crossing busy streets, getting dirty feet. Most sidewalks around here have built-in bike paths that are rubbery & soft.
Grounded, connected, natural, and free. At a park we delighted in the foot-massaging path, consisting of rocks of various colors that gradually decrease or increase in size, depending on which way you’re walking.
Diagrams posted near the path show how different areas of the feet are supposedly connected and affected by various areas of the body. Brilliant.
Today, while riding the bus, I noticed large rocks beyond the sidewalk. Among the rocks, green plants grow. They’re succulent-like. I love seeing plants growing near rocks. These, in particular, reminded me of Monterey. Later this day, I walked through the neighborhood, hand-in-hand with that same sweet friend, a lovely being that I’m grateful to be acquainting myself with. While walking, I noticed several rocks, way beyond the sidewalk, up a hill. They were arranged upright, upon long ends, in what appeared to be a garden. The garden was divided by stonewalls and contained more rocks, stacked into beautiful piles. I’m sure there’s a name for those piles, but to me a pile of stones is just something that someone focused on for a while. This photo is not of a pile of rocks from the garden, but it’s a close representation: [in yet another moment of 'cleaning things out' i removed several photos from my flick'r site... being mindless of the fact that the images would, then, also be removed from this blog... oops]...
Breathing the mixture of air today was a fresh, renewing experience. Something about it kept my awareness in the moments as they occurred. The breezes were delightful. It’s been yet another fine day of perfect life. More than three weeks will pass before I begin this job. I have been getting paid for a month now; it’s been the best accidental paid vacation ever.
if i was a rock, what would you do with me?
ReplyDeleteMarguerite, I think I'd carry you in my pocket, rubbing you now & then with my fingers. You'd be the rock I'd talk to & laugh with (or AT, since rocks can't laugh).
ReplyDeleteI think that rocky foot massage path is a great idea!
ReplyDeleteWe should import the concept.
I think I'd want to be a lucky rock. Or a pet rock with googly eyes and a sharpie-drawn smiley face. I wonder if I could be more than one type of rock. Sometimes you do throw me in the water, and then dive in after me... like a game. Sometimes you rub me when you're nervous. Sometimes you throw me at people, because they need to be punished. Sometimes you use me to prop the door open, because you need some fresh air to get in and stale air to get out. Maybe you can cover me with paint and then dab me on paper. Maybe you can glue a strong magnet to me, and use me to hold important things on your fridge. Lots of possibilities with a multitasking rock. Love you, Petunia.
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