I Am A Rock
For a few years, now, I’ve been on a journey to “find myself”. I know, people used to think that’s something for the young and foolish but when I was young, I didn’t have the time to find myself. Now, I do.
So, currently, I am engrossed in a book entitled “The Artist’s Way – A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity“, by Julia Cameron. I am actively participating in multiple, suggested exercises, feeding my brain with positive affirmations, unblocking negative thoughts and fears – things that block creativity.
One of many, simple activities was to go on a rock hunt. Search for rocks that stand out for some reason. She said that they were, then, to serve as “small constant reminders of creative consciousness”. That’s all… Hmmm. Ok.
So, off I went to find rocks that spoke to me. I walked and walked, looking for the first rock that stood out. It took a while! I was, finally, drawn to one but it was snug in the ground. The earth was muddy and wet. I wasn’t inclined to kneel down in that mud to dig out a rock, so I tried nudging it with the toe of my shoe. No luck. After several failed attempts, I noticed a rock quietly sitting right next to the stubborn one. I picked it up and looked at it. The first word that came to mind was “Ease”. While I was trying to force one out of the ground, this one had been sitting there all along, just watching and waiting. Maybe out of frustration…or gratitude, I put it in my pocket and moved on.
The next one I chose seemed to, actually, jump out at me. It was far from pretty or unusual but it had this rugged exterior and, instantly, the word that jumped into my mind was “Toughness”.
Then, I knew that I wanted to find one by the waterfall. That water, surging over piles of rocks, to me, stands for “Power”.
When I returned with my rocks, I simply put them on a piece of paper wrote the words “Ease”, “Toughness”, and “Power”. They sat there, trying to be my “creative consciousness”, but they needed further definition. So out came this:
Ease: Life doesn’t need to be hard. We don’t need to force things. Sometimes the things we’re searching for are right there in front of our eyes; almost calling out, “Hey, over here. Choose me. Choose me.”
Toughness: Rugged exterior. Can hold up under pressure but not so tough that it can’t be influenced by weather. Still it survives.
Power: Water powers over rocks. The rocks try with all of their massive weight, to hold it back, but they can’t. And so, they concede. They let the water rush over them, and accept change as part of their life.
As I reread the book, I understand that the author is constantly reminding us to think about personal affirmations –
“An affirmation is a positive statement, of (positive) belief,
and if we can become one-tenth as good at positive self-talk
as we are at negative self-talk,
we will notice enormous change.” (p.34)
I looked, once again, at my rocks and my descriptions of them and I realized that these were indeed affirmations for me!
Ease: Life doesn’t need to be hard. Things shouldn’t be forced. Perhaps, the things I’m searching for are right in front of my eyes. And I realize that I am that rock; that rock that’s just sitting there waiting for my turn, watching while other rocks are picked because they’re prettier, more interesting, more intriguing. “Hey, what about me? I’m right here. Choose me.”
Toughness: I might have a rugged exterior. I know how to hold up under pressure. But, I am not so tough that I can’t be warn down by the weather. Still, I will survive.
Power: I am the rock, at a waterfall, using all of my power to hold back the water. Yet, no matter how hard I try, I can’t. While I feel so strong and mighty, I have no strength when that water rushes over me. So I just let it cleanse me. Over time, it wears down my hard exterior and then, once again, I become something new.