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Thursday, November 15, 2018

Which Pebbles Do I Keep?

Which Pebbles Do I Keep?

Okay, let’s play an imagination game. If this was an audible post, I’d say, “Now, close your eyes.” But, of course, that wouldn’t work, so, please, join me by closing your figurative eyes and let’s collect some pebbles.

Imagine you are standing shin deep in a beautifully clear stream. It’s cool yet inviting. You look down; your feet look a touch bigger than normal. They’d look weird if you weren’t so used to wading in this brook, but by now you’ve grown accustomed to seeing your enlarged feet dancing in the water’s distortion. In your brook, you also see pebbles upon pebbles upon pebbles, differing in shapes, sizes, and colors, and mostly smooth due to the gentle caress of nature and time.

With your gaze turned downward, find that special pebble that catches your eye. Reach in, pick it up. Hold it in your hand. Now run your fingertips gently over it as it floats in your hand. Calming, isn’t it? If you brought a bag, drop the pebble in the bag. If not, a pocket will do.

Repeat again.
And again.
Pick new streams, beaches, trails, and repeat again and again.

Your pace and style of pebble gathering will be uniquely yours. Occasionally, someone will join in and offer you one or two of theirs. At some point, your pockets will be full and you’ll return to eagerly spread out your pebbles, much like it’s Halloween night.

Imagine yourself now assessing your lifetime bounty. You might ask yourself the following questions:
Which one do I like best?
Which ones have grown on me?
Which ones don’t look so pretty now that they are out of the water?
Which ones make me want to share it with someone special?
Which ones make me ask, ‘What did I ever see in that one in the first place?’

And as we continue to roll these stones around in our hands and these questions in our heads, we pause . . . cock our head . . . and ponder:
These pebbles in our bag, could they be a metaphor of my life?
Have I been picking up pebbles all along?
Which of my pebbles has someone given to me?
What ones are still beautiful?
Which ones look entirely different now that the luster of life’s water has dried and faded from upon it?
Which ones cause me to step back from in wise reflection and wonder what I ever saw in that pebble in the first place?
Am I still sharing some of my best pebbles with others?

And finally, we are no longer imagining. Our eyes are open and we ask ourselves, which pebbles do I keep?

CHECK OUT The Bottom Turtle ~For musings from Dave on how to Love More and Judge Less link to his new book.

1 comment:

  1. A beautiful pebble parable. When I talk to people about their career goals I ask them to play a game called “this, not that.” It’s the practice of having experiences then thoughtfully assessing them. I love your pebble parable and will share it the next time I get the chance.