Kristin was so happy this weekend. She was like a smiling little sunflower. I tried to get her to tell us why she was so content, but she was not really able to. I knew why though. We picked rocks and stuff.
We went to a cabin by the ocean and had nothing to do except being together. We had left the computers at home, and we had even forgotten to bring any games. It was raining and crummy outside, but in the morning we put on our warm clothes and ventured outside. There were lots of rocks and clay and other obstacles on the beach. Kristin and I had to help each other climb up on rocks and jump to others. The snow is melting so everywhere there were small streams of water that we had to get over or through.
This is an interesting thing about collecting rocks and seashells: First off, you really get into it. Secondly: You notice how pretty they are—even the ugly ones. Third: When you find one that is really pretty or interesting you want the others to see it. The weirdest thing is that the finder feels proud of him or herself for finding the pretty rock or shell, as if he or she can take the credit for it.
I found a rock that looked like a piece of cooked salmon with residue of mashed potatoes on it. I had to show Steve and Kristin and hoped they would like it. They did, and if they hadn’t I would have felt a little sad. It would have felt like they rejected me, not the rock. Kristin found a rock with a map of wherever—we found the spot of our cabin on the map. We all marveled at the cool rock she had found. What a gifted rock finder! Steve found something that looked like modern art and we thought it fit him. He always wants to be different and push boundaries.
We went back to the cabin with a grocery bag full of fun rocks and shells that we are going to put in a glass bowl on our table. No, actually we changed our mind. We are going to put them on a silver tray and put candles with them. That will be a great centerpiece.
It will also be a reminder of how we all are as different as the rocks on the beach. Even the ones that we don’t notice at first, because they don’t glimmer and glitter, have beauty. We just need to look a little longer and see a little deeper. My favorite rock from yesterday was plain and grey, it had a while line across it. Simple, but beautiful. It will look great on my table.