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Contributed by shelby
on Tuesday, 5th June 2007 @ 05:38:51 AM AEST
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Seems of late thinking comes easy, forgetting certain things comes hard.
Sifting through the memories of keeping and throwing away, not as easy as it seems.
I come back to some simple memories, of being a little girl.
I always loved to be outside summers were the special time.
Warmth of the country summer sun, sunflower’s and bumble bees
chasing butterflies and making mud-pies.
I loved to collect rocks, different sizes, shapes, and colors.
One day I decided to sit down on the spanning sidewalk
my mom and dad had built at our new house, with little help from
Kevin and I. Other than the mishaps we kept having stepping into
the wet cement until dad said ok, he took us and planted our feet then our
hands in the damp cement leaving an impression that may still be there today.
Then an idea came to me, I gathered all my rocks and set them down
on the sidewalk, went to the garage and hunted until I found one of dads
big heavy hammers. I took the hammer and sat back down on the sidewalk.
With two little hands I picked up the hammer and started to drop the steel head
on top of the rocks I had gathered. Soon they began to crack and chip .
I was wide eyed when I saw the crystals and shining sparkles in the middle
of some of the rocks. Soon I had a mini pile of cracked and chipped rocks.
I got my little bucket and filled it with water and dropped each chunk into it.
Kevin and I went to pick some bigger rocks, some that took us two hands to carry.
There was this monster rock that looked so awful on the outside but for some
reason I was drawn to it. It took many hits with the hammer but once it broke
ahhhhh it took my breath away. Inside there were sparkles and reds and oranges,
something I never would have imagined could have been inside such a big ugly
old heavy rock such as that. With glee I went skipping inside the house to get mom.
She too was so shocked and could not believe what a treasure was inside.
I shared bits of each rock with Kevin, including the newest find in our treasure hunt.
Since I have grown into a woman I often think of the rock. How often in life do
we look and only see one thing, making a conclusion in our mind, without looking deeper. Not really stopping to see all the beauty around us, beside us and most of all….
The beauty in each person we come to meet, pass on the street or have known our entire life. For one never knows what gem we would discover if we took a moment
with childlike wonder to stop and make a little crack to see what treasure really awaits
inside. I think I will get the hammer and crack a few rocks, giving myself a reminder.
How about you have you cracked a rock today?
Copyright © shelby
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Re: small treasures
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by deadheadpoet on Saturday, 9th June 2007 @ 03:22:47 PM AEST
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Sis, I loved this story. I too am a rock collector and have done so since childhood. I still get giddy finding crystals, geodes and fossils...well they send me over the edge of rock bliss. I like at the end the way you use the rock and crystals as metaphors. Wonderful write, close to my own heart.
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Re: small treasures
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by ki on Wednesday, 2nd January 2008 @ 12:04:44 AM AEST
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INTERESTING AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN!
KI |
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Re: small treasures
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by spooky on Friday, 11th January 2008 @ 05:36:59 PM AEST
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wonderfully written, i wish i could remember my somewhat of a childhood, thanks for this beautiful piece,,
a friend in words ,,craig s. meeks |
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by ZiggyB on Saturday, 29th March 2008 @ 10:50:09 PM AEST
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Beautiful story. When I read the part about breaking the ugly stone, and finding beauty inside, I had already associated the meaning to apply to people - This was before reaching the portion where you had realized that there is beauty in everything. Very good story. Keep writing. |
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Re: small treasures
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by venkat on Sunday, 1st February 2009 @ 05:08:34 AM AEST
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AAye..little girrl!..don't crack my head.
I am happy to read your beautiful conclusion.
Hugs and love... venkat |
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Re: small treasures
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by Rylo on Saturday, 27th October 2012 @ 03:51:14 PM AEST
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Beautiful write Michelle goes to show we should never judge a book by it's cover. We all come across so many people and so many things in life, yet there are those times we never take the chance to truly know what's there. |
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Re: small treasures
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by softerware on Sunday, 20th January 2013 @ 09:40:55 PM AEST
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Nice analogy. Easy to read. Flows so smooth..
Maybe someday I can write like you. |
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by Piotr2004 on Saturday, 2nd February 2013 @ 02:06:20 AM AEST
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This story is so nice and true. i enjoyed reading it very much!!!! :) great job |
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by ladyfawn on Saturday, 7th June 2014 @ 10:03:30 PM AEST
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absolutely beautiful!!!!
hugs n' love nessa |
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by kmec1990 on Wednesday, 19th November 2014 @ 10:35:35 PM AEST
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Beautifully written, my son has Down Syndrome he is beautiful and intelligent in his own way but most people only see his disability thanks for sharing this truly touched me. |
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