This morning
Jude said something in the Magic Diaries that set my mind racing, She said "....stones are sort of scraps of something bigger". Like many other people I have a habit of picking up a small stone or pebble from places I have visited, they become a symbol of the place, a souvenir. But this is something bigger. At school, Physical Geography was my absolute favourite subject, I have marvelled at The Grand Canyon, been excited by the magnificence of the Alps and loved the beauty of our own Lake District but until today I had never consciously thought that the pebble I pick up is just a scrap and once belonged to something much, much bigger and when I hold it I am holing a piece of the Universe in my hand. Is that what we are?
3 comments:
I also love the idea of holding the universe in my hand. Being from Iceland where creation continues, I also love holding a new piece of lava in my hand...which when you think about it is also ancient...born from fire deep in the earth.
I think you are onto something there, Pat. I have collected rocks on and off much of my life. Some are large and decorate my garden -- not in neat rows, but scattered. Some are small and live in a small pottery bowl on a bookshelf. One, which I painted, came from Columba's Beach on Iona. I never really understood why I was drawn to them (not to study them, as you were), except for the texture and smoothness in my hand. But I think Jude has identified at least a bit of it. It explains our excitement when we witness a meteor shower or falling star or find a bit of meteorite, or walk on an ancient volcanic site or see a magnificent canyon, or climb in the Rockies...it all originates from a Creator so much larger than we are, and as it is written, we are part of it: "Remember you are but dust..." A very Lenten contemplation. :-)
Lovely thought!
Post a Comment