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River rocks


Do you remember that little girl who spent so much of her time with her gaze to the skies and the ground below her feet?  As she walked, she would watch for some little treasure that called to her from the earth below her feet.  Sometimes it was an inconspicuous little piece of petrified rock and she would wonder what it had all seen.  Sometimes it was a simple white rock polished by waters and winds she could not remember having seen or experienced, and sometimes it was just a tiny little piece of no importance to anyone else but her.  The other children would laugh and tease her for holding it so close.  As children do, she was curious and would spend hours cracking her rocks open with hammers and larger rocks to see and marvel at the colors and sparkles inside.  She spent hours looking for just that perfect one to save for her room.  She did not know that rocks are also were beings of light and should perhaps not be treated in this way, but she was just a child and the rocks, the earth and heavenly beings understood and smiled at her curiosity.

She grew older but the fascination with the rocks of the earth continued unabated.  She got married, had children and took them on trips to the wonders of the world of rocks.  Now she takes her grandchildren on this special journey as well and marvels with them at the treasures they find along the way.  One day, as she was travelling by herself on a little holiday through mountainous roads, she took a wrong turning and drove for hours and hours along a road that seemed to lead nowhere.  The lady, now a grandma, was still that little girl inside, and now, as then, time was of no importance to her, so she would drive for a bit, stop and look at the clouds and the earth, pick up a little stone (although now they could be larger as her pockets were deeper and she had a car in which to store them), and move on her way again.  It was fun for the grandma and she found many treasures that day. 

As she drove along the twisting turning road, there was a wide, white and green and blue river just off to her left side and she saw diamond-like sparkles in the banks alongside it.  She wanted to stop, but the river was on the wrong side, so she had to travel a little bit further and turn around.  She did just that, found the spot again, parked her car on the side of the road and walked through sand to the water’s edge.  There my dear, were the rocks of her dreams – huge white rocks of white, sparkling in the sun with every color of the rainbow.  She had never seen such a thing.  These were rocks of quartz, large enough to use as a table, large enough to use as a chair, and some so large she could have used as a bed.   That grandma with the little girl still inside, sat down on one of the rocks and gazed at all the beauty and grandeur around her in awe-inspired wonder.  The force of the power in the rock upon which she sat poured through her and time stood still for a while.  She looked to the skies and they were blue and white and shades of grey from the clouds that still called her name.  After a time, she woke from her dream-like state and looked around with different eyes.  Children splashed in the water not far away, parents stood back to watch – though some of them played.  Time was still of no importance to her so she simply sat and watched a while, but of course, she felt drawn to the earth and looked down again.  There, shining at her feet was a treasure she wanted to keep.  She had no shovel, so with her hands, she dug in the sand.  The little rock was far larger than she thought, and most of it was buried deep, but she kept on digging until she had it freed.  It was humungous in her eyes compared to the small bit that she had first seen.  She hugged it to her chest and carried it up to the car to save from her trip.  The little girl inside said: “Wait!  I know there’s more.”  That grandma still loved the little girl so they headed back to the rivers shore and spent their time digging and hauling their rocks back to the car until her arms were sore.  As the day started to fade and the sun went down, the grandma went back to her car and headed back to town.  She was staying with friends at this National Park.  She told them of her day and shared the story of the treasures she’d found.
“Oh no.” they said, “These things you can’t keep.  It’s a national park and the fine is steep”
Well that grandma was going home the next day and thought “We’ll just see about that.  If they’re meant to be mine it will be as it must be.”

And the rocks with her grandchildren she shared.  And the rest sit in her gardens and the house where she lives.

And the next time we share, it will be a tale of another little girl who has something to tell.

And in the meantime:

Take your children on a special journey.
Show them where the fairies live.
Watch their faces glow in joy and wonder
As they seek and find some special treasure.
Look to the rainbow and its pot of gold,
The mist in the morning as the day unfolds.
The clouds in the skies and the pictures they paint
In the eyes of your child - and you if you’ll seize -
The moment to watch as they pass with the breeze.
Wander the hills, the forests and mountains.
Each and every path that you find
Will have its own special meaning and beauty.
(an excerpt from “In Search of My Soul – A Healing Journey” by the author of this story)