Friday, March 02, 2012

Stones.....

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:

Mo'a said...

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.

Margaret said...

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. :-)

Margaret Cooter said...

Lovely thought!