Thursday, July 14, 2011

Friday 55 & Da Count-Worry Stone



FRIDAY 55


Rubbed and worn
by time and the river
till it's smooth and round,
amongst pebbles and seaweed
it rests.

Rubbed and worn 
by time and trial
till I'm frayed and frazzled,
walking along the river
I spy the stone.

Rubbed and worn
in my hand
till it holds a year of cares,
the stone and my worries
are returned to the river
and I rest. 

(Yes, this is more than 55 words.  I think you can handle it though.)



DA COUNT

I have a certain beach ritual when I go to the river.  Since the sand is so covered with pebbles I look for one each year to use as a worry stone.  It has to be one that is smooth and feels right in my hand.  I hang on to it for the week and periodically soothe myself with it by just rubbing it between my thumb and finger.   Some years I keep the stone, some years I leave it on the beach at the end of the week.  This year has been so consistently and intensely difficult I had lots of troubles to rub into the stone.  I found the rock early this year.  I decided I had no desire to keep it.  It was going to serve a purpose for the week I took to unwind then be left behind with my sadness, frustration, weariness, and burdens clinging to it.  I had no desire to carry all those things home with me.  I spared it none of my cares since it was only a cold stone.  It got a workout.  At the end of the week I didn't merely drop it on the sand.  I skipped it across the water's surface then watched it sink so the river could rinse away the woes and eventually send it back on shore for some other burdened soul to find. 

16 comments:

G-Man said...

Go and Sin no more My Child.
Loved your Trial and Tribulation 55 Trini.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

G-Man said...

Er...65!!
Bingo Bango Bongo!!!!

Brian Miller said...

nice...it is nice to symbolically toss that totem to the wild waters...as long as you leave those worries attatched....

Cad said...

Hmm... stones and water are part of my world...Maybe I should try your method of drowning sorrows! lol

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

But now the river's full of worries! (LOL!)

I also collect rocks when I go to the beach, although I don't purposely pick ones to worry with.

Nice 55, er 65, Lime!

Craig said...

'Rubbed and worn' is a pretty decent description of what happens to US, as we make our way thru this life, ain't it?

;)

~Tim said...

Skipping stones and drowning sorrows sounds like the perfect combination.

Bijoux said...

I prefer those squishy balls......LOL! Have a wonderful weekend, Lime!

silly rabbit said...

What a great idea. And rivers wash everything clean. What a relief it must be to leave those worries behind.

hedgewitch said...

Good poem and good therapy. It's hard to let go of those things, though I've never figured out why--one is so much better off without them.

Kat said...

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I just love this. Love the words, love the picture, love the story behind it. Love it all. Gorgeous.

Isabel said...

cating your worries away with the stone.great idea. great 65

lecram said...

Wonderful!

secret agent woman said...

What a fantastic ritual for releasing cares.

Jingle said...

refreshing, glad to see a poem instead of a story.

smile, smile, smile to melt your worries,
think, think, think to give birth to wisdom.

bless you, love your talent in writing.

Mona said...

I have been fond of collecting stones too! So is my son! The ones found in rivers get really well rounded from all that rolling!