I’d rather snuggle by the fireplace with a good read, but on this winter afternoon, the sun has peeped out from the heavy cloud cover and calls me out of the warmth into a chilly afternoon. Walking slowly is not an option if I’m to keep warm, so I pick up speed and and soon near the edge of our neighborhood, which borders the desert. I consider turning back since the wind has picked up, but instead I venture out into the sagebrush where others have left a well worn path away from houses, yards and barking dogs.
Before long I notice a bothersome stone in my shoe and try to ignore it; taking off my shoe is a problem with no place to sit or gain balance. So I turn for home with the wind whipping the clouds back over the sun. I hurry back with the thing in my shoe growing into a boulder wedged under my heel. When I finally get home and remove my shoe, the offending boulder shrunk to a tiny piece of gravel. This small speck is the cause of irritation that made me limp the last few steps to my front door.
I sit in my comfortable chair sipping tea and think about the small stone. Isn’t that what I do with my little problems that crop up daily. Small irritations that if not faced can grow into larger problems. Leaving small annoyances alone can sometimes be a good thing (as we have heard, don’t sweat the small stuff.) On the other hand something that at first seems only a small thing can grow into something monstrous, which if left on its own can cause one to hobble through life. You might know someone like that; and if you don’t you might look inside yourself.
I did and found a pile of stones large enough to build a wall; a wall that keeps me from enjoying life fully. What are the stones, you may ask. Just small things. Small fears. Fragments of distrust. Gravel of unforgiveness. But I find few lovely stones tossed in that I need to treasure…to help me grow.
“Turn your stumbling blocks into stepping-stones” is an old adage that fits here. Learn from them. They will help you maneuver the road ahead.
Judy wrote a poem which prompted this post. In her blog Lifelessons, she posts about using the stones (metaphors for words,) to help her grow.
As this was taking shape in my head I also read about what rocks in shoes can represent. Things that hinder our walk through life. Go for a free preview to http://www.simpletruths.com/inspirational-books/pebble-in-the-shoe.html
And finally I found Emily West singing this song, (compliments of you-tube) that wraps up this little essay. Enjoy.
I used to carry huge boulders on my shoulders. I’ve been wise enough to know how to get rid of them now though. 🙂
New idea for weight loss–no calories involved.LOL
Wow. You really took the theme and ran with it!! (When I first wrote this sentence, I mistakenly said, “You really took the theme and wrote with it,” and actually that’s even more appropriate. Loved your essay and the song as well. Everyone loves a good metaphor!! Thanks for linking to my poem, ABC. I love it when people respond to my work and all the better if it inspires them to write! iJudy
Such a lovely response. Wrote/ran —means the same here. I think that wrote is meaningful…like you the subject was a rock prodding me on to finish and I finally posted this quite late.
It’s often the small stuff that really makes us sweat. Awesome post.
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