I am thankful everyday for a patient wife who does not grumble when I slow down on walks along the beach or streams, my eyes peering down and studying the rocks. I love to stop and study rocks as I try to interpret their story.
Take this rock for example. I picked it up during our annual writer’s retreat which took place in Talkeetna, Alaska this year. I look at this rock that I found along the river and see a story.
Now some people, when they see this rock, all they see is a rock.
So why do I see a story and they see a rock? Passion. I love to look at rocks and their mystery and it makes my mind yearn to know more.
I see the layers of soft mud that compressed under great pressure. I see the pitted layers of softer material, the light layer that interjects itself into the dark layer. I see the vertical fracture where this rock once broke and under extreme pressure fused back together again. I see the distance it traveled from its home way up in the mountains a hundred miles away. I see the irregular shape that has been smoothed by hundreds, if not thousands of years of pebbles, rocks and water chipping away at the jagged edges.
This rock’s story didn’t happen overnight. And its story is not over. It would have been lost had someone not stopped for a moment and admired its struggle, taken in its beauty and wondered at its story.
It is said that everyone has a story to tell, so don’t rush it. Tell your story for the right reason. Take time to appreciate its journey. Be passionate about what you do. Be patient.
Some people will see your story as a rock, others will find the beauty in the journey. Take time to chip away the rough edges. Let the soft layers compress into fine shapes. Don’t be discouraged by the rough patches in your story or the stress of perfection.
Tell your story. Take the time to slow down and appreciate the story the world around you is telling. You might just find a gem….or at least a rock that speaks to you.