I am a pebble made smooth by the action of water and sand; my mineral kind and I are one, we are a primary part of the earth’s crust.
I am today as I was when the world was birthed. I am a part of Man’s history as well as his future. I began as a grain of sand and my makeup is made up of layers of minerals. I have no name – call me what you will.
Since Time my mineral kin and others who are made of grains of sand have been used as tools. In my many forms I have been an awl, a scraper, a chopper, a scoop, a weapon, a building, a measure of weight and more. In one of my forms as a rock I was part of a mountain. My presence in a garden is considered practical and useful; in another form I am considered beautiful because I am a rare and precious jewel – valued and treasured; And in your moccasin I cause you pain because my form presses on nerves in the sole of your foot as you walk.
I do not move of my own volition; I travel by the forces of nature and the will and whim of Man. In my present form as you see me now I was plucked from a stream bed where I was nested with others of my mineral makeup. A hand plucked me from the waters where I had been for a space of time. Why I was chosen and not the form beside me? I do not know, but I found myself flying through the air; this is one way that I travel from place to place.
This has always been my history – this is my future as well. Many times as a tiny grain of sand I have been picked up by birds as they’ve pecked the ground for seed and spent time in their gullet, traveling through their digestive system to exit their system as a dropping. I’ve been urinated on, and covered in excrement. I’ve been rained on and buried under snow and borne the cold and darkness of the barren earth.
I’ve hurled through space in hurricanes and tornadoes, and children pick me up and place me in their pockets. I’ve been kept in a pocket as a worry stone by men and used as a weapon against man and beast, and words and pictures have been carved on the surface of my mineral kin since Time.
I’m imaged as a mental road block by Man and a Man’s heart is often referred to as a heart of stone: the plague of Man – his unyielding mindset: Man has forgotten that everything within the circle of life happens in cycles and seasons as I am here today – but Man and I will both evolve and we will both disappear unnoticed. Once the purpose here is complete I will travel again by other means to another place.
There is no ending there is only a new beginning. Man and I will always BE. Both Man and I have Been since the crust of the earth rose from the roiling water and the shorelines and directions were established. From Time Man wearies, worries and wars but I never weary or feel. I simply am what I am. Since time I am here by the whim of Man and the force of both Man and nature yet I am shaped and moved as a part of the wildlife, the landscape and all the forces of nature.
Night, day, weekdays, weekends, holidays or holy days have no meaning since my Being is not guided by kings or king’s ransom or pope nor president, priest or prophet or lover. I am simply who I am. As a grain of sand I was a boulder to an ant. As a boulder I have blocked entrances to tombs, blocked the flow of water in rivers; stopped the flow of traffic on a highway. I am a barrier, yet I am who I am in all forms of mineral composition.
I withstand the motions of the tides; a dying forest, a new forest, a barren desert, a dark cave, icy waters, hot winds; no matter- I am at home. Home beneath the grass and trees as the seasons change: as the planets orbit overhead I am who I am and I am always home. I am home with others of my makeup as part of man’s placement in a medicine wheel. I am home in the great circle where the equinoxes and solstices are noted by Man. I am home on an island as one of the idols where it appears that man has placed me. Man continually searches for home: mine is wherever the traveler places me; I remain there until the force of nature or man moves me again.
I am still connected with all things everywhere at all times whether on a bookshelf, desk, secured in a curio cabinet or locked in a bank vault. Home is wherever the traveler leaves me: under a tree or rosebush; a cactus, a hot bed of sand, a grassy meadow or fast running stream – this is always my home no matter. I am not holy: I have nothing to give and expect nothing. The imperturbability of nature soothes and heals man, but I have no sensations, no sentimentalities – I am who I am.
In ancient judicial systems a white stone was used to cast or pronounce judgment. A black stone signified a guilty verdict and a white stone meant freedom from all charges. A white stone was used as an admission ticket to public festivals in ancient days.
The commonality with Man lies in our beginning, a time when both of us remembered our omnipresent connection with all life. The mass of Man is made cells and water – of minerals his organic makeup is complex. Man has the powers of will and reason and was endowed with the power to self-govern, given the capability of thinking, planning and doing so was given dominion over the beasts and the earth. Man was born to dream; born to have visions: to reach out and up. My mineral kin and I do not dream we have no visions we have no capability to reach; but why should we? We are what we are and know who we are.
There is no ending: All life is a journey of beginning again. Time is in Man’s head. Life is in Mans’ hands: Man is fluid and adaptable his atoms and molecules spin much faster than mine and my mineral kin whose atoms spin slower. Man too must yield to the extremes of nature and pressure and will enter another season and cycle of Time. This is a common destiny we share: “Earth to earth… dust to dust.” Man like me will be reduced again to a grain of sand, to powder.
Man must take off his shoes to recall the ancient memories: Man forgot the feeling of grass, sand and the powdery earth on his feet: He forgot that love is in Mans’ heart, has also forgotten his chemical – mineral makeup, forgotten his omnipresent connection with nature. Man believes in division; he’s forgotten that earth is a living circle; a seed surrounded by light. In this cycle Man dictates – divides – dominates – destroys all that he was given dominion over.
And that is my story