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- February 17th, 20:54
“Do not wish to be shiny like jade
Be dull like rocks.”
— Lao Tzu I took the stone out of the bag. It was one of many similar stones. They were about an inch in diameter, white, and man-made. Woman-made, actually. From the comments coming from others who had already taken their stone, there was a word on one side of the stone. I didn’t look down. Instead, I just stuck my hand in the bag and randomly pulled out a stone. I took it out and closed my fist around it. I love randomness, serendipity at work. The Universe provides precisely what we need when we need it. At minimum, we guide ourselves to exactly the place we need to be at the moment we need to be there. Like the basement of a building between Madison and Park Avenues. I held it in my closed fist for a second or two. Then, I opened it. I looked down at the stone. There was a ridge along the back of the stone. The stone itself was made from that stuff that’s like modeling clay that you bake so it hardens. I could see the skin imprint of someone’s palm. The stone was obviously made by hand. Still, I could feel something in it. The Universe was ready to speak to me. One of the things I’ve learned in my life is that the Universe doesn’t discriminate when selecting a vehicle for its messages. We resonate much more strongly, thus experience much more deeply, those vehicles that take the form nature herself. All messages, though, come in loud and clear. I turned the stone over. The other side was smooth, glassy. It was covered in a thin layer of greenish-yellow glaze. There was a star both above and below a single word. In stamped script, I saw the word, “Charge.” Charge? What the f…? Not sure how to interpret that one. I looked again. Oh…not “Charge”…it said, “Change.” Change! Yes! Change! Change was something I could understand. Change made sense. It was something that I was already feeling. The day had been filled with so many wonderful surprises, so many delights, and so many messages in the form of so many wonderful, beautiful people. Yes, Change. Change, indeed. It wasn’t until weeks later that I took the stone out of my coat pocket and put it on my desk at work. I propped it up under my monitor so I could see it every day. “Change,” it says. Looking at it again on my desk, I saw the word “Charge” again. Charge. That is what I saw the first time. That is what, I now believe, I was meant to see. That was my message: Charge! Change was obvious; Charge much less so. Change was inevitable, but the idea of charge…that battle cry, that leading intent…that was not inevitable. And THAT is precisely why I needed to see the both. Change and charge are at the heart of the book we all received the day after the gift of the stones. There is no change if I do not charge forward, if I do not lead the charge myself. Courageously. Completely. Compellingly. Lead the charge for change, even if only within yourself. To me, that was the message I received through the gift of the stone. Thank you for the stone.
Be dull like rocks.”
— Lao Tzu I took the stone out of the bag. It was one of many similar stones. They were about an inch in diameter, white, and man-made. Woman-made, actually. From the comments coming from others who had already taken their stone, there was a word on one side of the stone. I didn’t look down. Instead, I just stuck my hand in the bag and randomly pulled out a stone. I took it out and closed my fist around it. I love randomness, serendipity at work. The Universe provides precisely what we need when we need it. At minimum, we guide ourselves to exactly the place we need to be at the moment we need to be there. Like the basement of a building between Madison and Park Avenues. I held it in my closed fist for a second or two. Then, I opened it. I looked down at the stone. There was a ridge along the back of the stone. The stone itself was made from that stuff that’s like modeling clay that you bake so it hardens. I could see the skin imprint of someone’s palm. The stone was obviously made by hand. Still, I could feel something in it. The Universe was ready to speak to me. One of the things I’ve learned in my life is that the Universe doesn’t discriminate when selecting a vehicle for its messages. We resonate much more strongly, thus experience much more deeply, those vehicles that take the form nature herself. All messages, though, come in loud and clear. I turned the stone over. The other side was smooth, glassy. It was covered in a thin layer of greenish-yellow glaze. There was a star both above and below a single word. In stamped script, I saw the word, “Charge.” Charge? What the f…? Not sure how to interpret that one. I looked again. Oh…not “Charge”…it said, “Change.” Change! Yes! Change! Change was something I could understand. Change made sense. It was something that I was already feeling. The day had been filled with so many wonderful surprises, so many delights, and so many messages in the form of so many wonderful, beautiful people. Yes, Change. Change, indeed. It wasn’t until weeks later that I took the stone out of my coat pocket and put it on my desk at work. I propped it up under my monitor so I could see it every day. “Change,” it says. Looking at it again on my desk, I saw the word “Charge” again. Charge. That is what I saw the first time. That is what, I now believe, I was meant to see. That was my message: Charge! Change was obvious; Charge much less so. Change was inevitable, but the idea of charge…that battle cry, that leading intent…that was not inevitable. And THAT is precisely why I needed to see the both. Change and charge are at the heart of the book we all received the day after the gift of the stones. There is no change if I do not charge forward, if I do not lead the charge myself. Courageously. Completely. Compellingly. Lead the charge for change, even if only within yourself. To me, that was the message I received through the gift of the stone. Thank you for the stone.
Illuminate Possibilities 