DID I PICK THE STONE
How many of us have been walking along the shore of a river, a stream or a lake
by ourself or with our partner, our son…our daughter…
and randomly picked up a stone…carried it for a while, took it home
or skipped it across the water.
If, as indigenous people believe, everything on Earth is connected…
every thing…one and all…
then perhaps you picking that particular stone…
wasn’t so random after all.
Perhaps there are time in nature…for reasons we’re not sure why
we feel more connected to the earth, the sea, the sky.
Perhaps there are times we are more attuned when out in nature walking
When we feel more attached to our surroundings..
when we can hear Mother Nature talking.
Perhaps what we think is a random stone…
actually is not!
What if that stone is telling us
he or she is tired of staying in one spot…
What if that particular stone wants us to understand….
It feels like going for a ride…or being held within our hand.
And if that stone asks to be skipped across the water…
if we listen…we just might
hear that skipping stone…squeal with delight.
So the next time you pick up a random stone…
remember this indigenous people’s philosophy…
and ask yourself…did I pick this stone…
or was this stone picking me.
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