My son was given guppies today by his school teacher. He carried them home in a water bottle, along with a "random container of rocks", as my friend called it.
She asked me why he was carrying an empty licorice container (the kind you find at Costco) filled with rocks. I explained to her about his guppies. She instantly understood with a smile. After a brief silence I asked her, "Do you ever feel life is like a random container of rocks? We both started laughing, I continue, "you just reach in one day and choose to pick up a blue rock."
She instantly corrected me, "You don't get to choose which rocks you are given throughout life."
"You're right", I said. "Maybe we can close our eyes instead, then reach in, and grab a rock."
One could compare rock selecting to Forrest Gump's, "Life is like a box of chocolates." We never know what rock we could be holding tomorrow.
When I was a little girl, I created rock art. The possibilities are endless in creating rock art. Not matter the shape, size, or color, there is always a way in which a rock can be used. I created many a masterpiece by stacking those gray, odd shape lumps. In fact, my young mind was carried away in thinking about those "endless possibilities", on many occasion. I am sure at some point bouncing one off of my sister's head would have been a welcome thought.
I guess my point is this...no matter what rock we are left holding, we can choose how to use our rock, gluing our rock to another's creates art, and how we see our rock determines what we do.
Ingrid
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