The rain fell, and fell, and fell. Our neighbors were hoping to get sod soon, and the water washed some of the dirt and stone onto the walking path and beyond.
I heard the voices of two children as they stopped to play in the newly formed mudslide. They both bent over and picked up rocks that were laying on the path, and deliberately threw them into the wetlands on the other side of the path.
What is the primal urge to throw stones? Very few of us are immune from throwing stones when we stand beside a body of water. Here two children were heaving stones into open space.
I read of a nun who turned a stone over everywhere she went, symbolizing that the world had been changed by her presence.
Throwing stones may be a pathetic plea to insure that we matter. If I throw this stone, I will have changed the world in a small way. If I throw stones, perhaps I am moving mountains one pebble at a time.
2 comments:
wow...that really made me think. It's amazing at how many people you speak to a day that you don't know (and may never see again). But for those few moments you were connected...and somehow something somewhere was changed by that interraction. I never really thought about how we almost always toss the stones when they are there. Weird. It's like second nature to us...I wonder where that came from.
Moving Mountains a little at a time. Makes you really think about the impact you have on things, even when it's the smallest of impacts. Makes you think what you are really doing everyday that you never think about.
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