Stone Hopping

As a child I loved to play near the water, teetering on rocks and logs while dancing around, flirting with the wetness.  I would jump fully clothed, in the winter from rock to rock while the cold water of the river beckoned me.  Occasionally I would slip a little but never so much as to require new clothing.  This pattern of stone stepping evolved into a way of living.  As I grew, I made my way through the currents of life by skipping stones.

I feel the need to keep moving from rock to rock to see where the river leads.  I step toward the next rock, unwilling to leave the last one until my footing is assured.  I don’t seem to run out of path, the rocks are laid specifically for me.  You could say they were put there as breadcrumbs to follow.

Without ever turning around, I keep stepping from rock to rock staying my course to follow my river.  And yet sometimes there are rocks left too hastily.  Without enough thought.  They weigh on my mind at times and even in my dreams.

I had a recurring dream, not the same dream exactly but one whose lesson keeps repeating itself… Like a message from outside myself telling me to remedy the issue.  It was about an old friend, we were reunited and held eachother crying with sorrow, relief and joy.  In actuality I don’t see this as possible but after years of the recurring dream, I sent my friend a note.  No surprise that I never heard back but the other night my friend came to me in my dreams for clarification, for a clearer explanation as to what I wanted.  I want for nothing but for peace and love between us.  Even if the physical distance between us is greater than this earth, I want happiness to envelop both us.

There are miles of rocks that lay between us now and I know that I have never left my true path yet I reflect on my journey to find some unresolved grief and previously unacknowledged love.