Friday, January 23, 2009

A Delicate Balance

A visitor recently questioned me about the stacks of river rocks he saw throughout my home and on the balconies.

"What are these," he asked in a curious little boy kind of way.

"They're rocks," I replied.

"Yeah, but what are they for?"

For a moment I was stumped.

I have used these smooth stones to adorn my space over the past few years, after once seeing an impressive number of them along the perimeter wall of a local beach. Stones, washed up from the sea, not of uniform size, placed precariously one on  top of another. They spoke to me then; they speak to me now.

Each stack is a testimony to aspects of life: the startling beauty of nature in its nakedness; the power of turbulence to shape, smooth, and polish the rough and rugged; and the harmony present in simplicity.

 Lately, these rock altars have reminded me of the balance which has become the essential tempo of my life; for, I live with a chronic illness that drains me of energy in a minute, visits me with pain for hours, and can rob me of sleep for nights on end. I am one of 10 million Americans who suffer from fibromyalgia, a chronic pain disorder characterized by:
                                                    
                                                too little energy
                                                    on top of
                                       impaired memory and concentration
                                                     on top of
                                        not enough restorative sleep
                                                    on top of
                                   widespread musculoskeletal aches and pain
                                                    on top of
                                              soft tissue tenderness
                                                     on top of
                                     too many mental and physical demands

Each day, I must strike a workable balance between these asymmetrical elements of my physical world and the desires of my spirit for inner peace, love, joy, and acceptance.

My stone altars are a testament to what a delicate balance that is!



  
                              

3 comments:

CJGallegos said...

YaYa...this is stunning. I too collect rocks or simply balance them where I find them, knowing one swift tide or maverick wind will send them scattering again. It is the only way.

Angi K said...

Yaya, thanks for this. I sometimes wonder if I can keep balancing these things. Sometimes I think it would be easier to stop fighting. To stop struggling. Just for a little while...

Anonymous said...

Hello Yaya!

I loved your balancing act with words.

I too feel a strong simplicity of beauty and nature in balanced rocks.

I long for time to balance some of my own, to share, to reflect and to give thanks!

God bless you!
Maggie