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It's hard to be someone's rock when you feel like you're made of sand. You see, rocks are strong, they stay in one spot, only moving with a great force. Sand, on the other hand, moves and shifts with the tide. It flows in & out with the water.
My family has been going through a lot lately, and we've all been feeling the weight of the world on our shoulders. I'm not going to get into specifics on this. We're dealing with a lot and we're just not ready for our business to be splashed all over the internet. Basically, we all need to be wrapped in bubble wrapped and force fed vitamin C and salads (thanks for that last one, Jeanne...lol). These last couple weeks have been very stressful, and tonight, I got to thinking about things.
You see, I'm used to being a rock for everyone around me. They go through something, I sit, listen, give advice when needed, and support my friends. Lately, I've felt very alone. I have a few friends who have been my rocks, and I greatly appreciate it...you girls know who you are. It hurts, though, that I look around and most of the people who I have sat with and listened to are nowhere to be found. I've accepted that, though. I'm getting over that, and I'm becoming ok with that.
I'm a huge beach/water person, and lately, when I've been meditating (yeah, I know, it sounds hokey, but it relaxes me and if that works with my mental health, I'm going to do it), I've been picturing the beach or a river, sitting and watching the water push the sand around. That got me to thinking, ya know, our lives are a lot like the sand, changing every second, never staying still. I've come to the conclusion that, sometimes, we need to be like the sand.
You see, sand is made up of all sorts of things, rocks, shells, all kinds of things that is ground up into little bits by the moving water. Sure, it may have be smashed into tiny, little bits, but it's still there. It hasn't faded away, it hasn't been worn away to nothing. It's small, but there. That little grain of sand can represent so much, a lot like the seconds of our lives. Every second has a story, just like every grain of sand.
The most important thing that the sand does, it supports us when we stand on it. Sure, it shifts beneath our feet, but it's still there, under us, holding us up. Sometimes, I like to just stand at the edge of the ocean and look out, letting the water flow over my feet, moving the sand around, burying my feet. I like to think of it as a hug from the ocean. OK, I just made that up, but I like the imagery, so I'm going with it. :-) Sand is also soft, so when you get knocked on your butt, it doesn't hurt as much as a rock. :-)
This got me thinking about the people in my life. There are a lot of them too. I have a huge family, and they're pretty awesome. I have my friends who are there for me always, no matter what. These are my grains of sand. They are there to help me stand, to shift when I need them to, and to be a soft landing when I fall.
You see, the shifting of the sand with the water is like our life. Sometimes, our needs shift, and we don't need as much support. We just need a "hug." We need a soft landing, we need to just stand and let our minds wander. Who knew that sand could be so versatile, right?
Of course, there's a downside to the sand too. It gets everywhere, it's uncomfortable, and sometimes, it's irritating. But, hey, you take the good with the bad. I'd still take the sand over a rock any day. Wouldn't you?
