rocks

if a rock is any indication of the ore of the individual, then we are as different as ying from yang. of course, this metaphor is purposefully used because there is no ying without yang and vise versa; two forces seemingly opposing one another and yet hugging the other in desperate need to survive wholly. i'm not saying you make me whole, so you can rest your lofty ideals, i'm just saying that we're different, very different and yet somehow it works.

now rocks have energy and depending upon the person, time and circumstance a rock can comfort you or make you feel uneasy, it can intrigue you or bore you and you may or may not notice it. a rock may seem stationary and yet depending upon its size, it can be easy to move and easy carry, but if a rock is not feeling you, it finds ways to roll out of your life. rocks and people have alot in common. rocks are not indestructable and in fact, should you strike the right spot (a "fault line"--is such terminology coincidence?) it could find itself in pieces. once a rock is broken it will never return to being exactly the rock it was, however, it remains a rock and eventually it breaks down even more sometimes to spread out amoung the earth, becoming part of something even bigger.

not all rocks are created equal. that is to say, rocks are made of many different minerals, they have different shapes and colors and densities and different purposes. some rocks are tools others form structures, some are used for decorative purposes and still others are used for healing.

you know what i like about rocks? this is a way that people should learn, rocks are unassuming. a rock is a rock is a rock and like almost everything in nature, it is content being a rock. it may have some energy to share and some wisdoms too, and if you're lucky enough to have a rock open up to you, they make the best friends, i'm serious, what's more reliable than a rock? but a rock does it's own thing. it moves to nature, the wind, the ocean and rivers, the soil, as it must, it is balanced, ready to recieve both ying and yang equally. a rock does not plead for you to pick it up, though it may whisper softly, and if you miss it, well, then it must be better that way, or perhaps there is something you must learn from another rock.

this wasn't supposed to be about rocks entirely. i wanted to write about you and i and how our rocks differed. but come to think of it, the only differences were in appearance. both our rocks gave something to us. my rock, i found in the trails of new hampshire, heavy, oblong, opaque white and smooth and yours you found in a manucured garden in LA, small, light, black almost perfectly round and smooth. the new hampshire rock i gave to you to hold, you brought it here and left it on the beach by mistake. but i think it wanted it that way. i saw it sitting on another rock right before we left but i didn't say anything. if it was meant to return to you it would. but that rock had long lost its vibrant connection with me. i'll always be thankful to it, but it was time i moved on and i did. and something about the way this white rock looked on the black lava rock, told me it was ready to return as well. i can imagine it now, rolling in the sand feeling the warm sun heating it to the core. i smile, this thought makes me very happy.

as for your rock. i've been holding onto it for sometime, but i feel you in it. i really, really do. and so i stopped taking it around with me. it wasn't for me. i slipped it in your pack before you left. you're going back east, then to CA. i have no idea what's in store for you or the rock, either way i think you'll both be happy. i remember the first time i felt that rock, before i knew it was yours, i could have sworn there was a human heart in there. thank you for letting me carry your heart for a while, but one must always know that a heart can be shared but never completely given away. so i wish you well, and safe journey.