Monday, May 21, 2012

Pass the Rock



Recently, I went for a walk in the park.  White Oak Park is such pretty scenic view.  It has rolling hills, but you can see over them, as far as your eyes will take you.  I walked admiring this view, blessing each person who passed me.  I like to walk against traffic so that I can look into the faces of the people I bless. 

On this day, I saw an elderly man walking, leaning to one side.  He had a good stride going.  We greeted each other with a head nod.  Immediately, I thought he had such kind eyes.  I said, "good morning."  He stopped, and I had to back up a few steps to face him.  He gave me a rock, and said, "I'm passing this rock to you.  We don't have a torch so I'm passing this rock."  I said, "OK."  I held the rock in my hand.  It was dirty, a black and grayish color.  I looked for a sign or something that I should know about that rock, turning it around and around.  He laughed, and said, "I'm leaving now.  So, be sure to pass it along. The rock is what you put into it."  I smiled at him, and my heart danced at the thought.  I said, "I will definitely pass it along."

During my last lap around the dirt trail, I felt it was time to release the rock to someone else.  I held it, blessed it, and allowed my entire body to fill the energy of love and gratitude.  Then, I saw Rebecca.  I stopped her and explained the rock to her.  The feeling and words came through me like a burst of energy.  My enthusiasm was contagious; she squeezed the rock as I told her how she is the Divine expression of love, and that her life is hers to live to the fullest.  I said, "You have a purpose.  Listen to your heart and soul, and go for it." Her head moved up and down while I spoke to her, as if she were drinking a love potion.  She gave me a hug, and I thanked Divine Source for that elderly man and Rebecca.  It had been my first time ever meeting them both on that trail.

I read somewhere that incredible stories happen everyday, all the time.  By being in the present moment, a wonderful miracle happened to me, the elderly man, and Rebecca; our kindred spirits accepted that rock on that day in our lives, which allowed us to recognize that we are one.  Rebecca said, "I don't know what I will say or who I will give this rock too, but I can't wait."

The rock represented living in the moment to me.  I am grateful to have shared this miraculous moment with the elderly man and Rebecca.



2 comments:

Grandma Yellow Hair said...

Hi old friend. In May of 2009 I started my humble little blog and today I am trying to link up with a friend on her site where she does Memory Lane Mondays once a month.
I thought for this post I would write about my first post as a new blogger.
While looking back I found you were my very first person to comment on my site. I was so excited to find that you were still writing on your blog and it is a very lovely blog.
After coming over I remembered you and wished that I had never lost contact. I looked on your followers button but did not see my name and I knew I was a follower. So I did some investigating and I was following you anomalously which shows I had no idea what I was doing with blogger my first year.
I managed to change it to follow you publicly.
Sorry for the long comment.
Now let me comment on this post. lol
What a incredible special walk you experienced. I love when God puts people in our lives like this.
I hope you don't mind but I want to include your site on my post I plan on doing sometime today.
Knowing my friends like I do they will love finding you and your site.
Glad I found you again today.
Love
Maggie

♥ Sonny ♥ said...

I'll never be able to thank Maggie enough for posting the link to your blog..

Very happy to meet you..
Sonny~ your newest follower