Home is truly where the heart is~
Last summer, we were camping at some hot springs along a river in Southern Colorado ... I was making my way down the river's edge, over a tumble of rocks and small boulders ... I spied (with my little eye) a quite beautiful rock, the size of my palm, shining crystals and some pattern that may have been a fossil. I determined to keep it, to take part of this river home with me.
To my left, I spotted a small hot-pot I hadn't noticed before, surrounded by piles of jumbled rock. I had been ferrying a load of camping items, and determined to free my hands to scramble over the rocks, and so set everything down.
After my inspection, I returned, picked up my things, and headed off again. A few steps along, I realized I'd forgotten my rock, and turned to retrieve it.
Spread before me, I saw a million rocks. I laughed at myself; how had I ever expected to find a single rock amidst all this?
My eyes traced the stones, away, upriver; billions and billions of stones, and then the river, sparkling more brilliantly than any stone, meandering into the mountains and valleys beyond.
The stone, the rocks, the river, the sun, and I; it was all one, all connected. How could I have imagined that I might pick it up --- separate one piece from the rest -- put it in my pocket, and carry it home?
How could I have thought, for a moment, that I wasn't already home?
To my left, I spotted a small hot-pot I hadn't noticed before, surrounded by piles of jumbled rock. I had been ferrying a load of camping items, and determined to free my hands to scramble over the rocks, and so set everything down.
After my inspection, I returned, picked up my things, and headed off again. A few steps along, I realized I'd forgotten my rock, and turned to retrieve it.
Spread before me, I saw a million rocks. I laughed at myself; how had I ever expected to find a single rock amidst all this?
My eyes traced the stones, away, upriver; billions and billions of stones, and then the river, sparkling more brilliantly than any stone, meandering into the mountains and valleys beyond.
The stone, the rocks, the river, the sun, and I; it was all one, all connected. How could I have imagined that I might pick it up --- separate one piece from the rest -- put it in my pocket, and carry it home?
How could I have thought, for a moment, that I wasn't already home?
