It began with a hard job of spreading a truckload of river rock around the garden. After days of work laying mulch, pruning plants, hauling rock, both my mind and body ached with exhaustion.
During a break, I sat on the old wooden deck, its boards
warmed by the late morning sun and smoothed to a silvery sheen by years of weathering.
Cast off stones lay tossed on one end.
A few interesting shapes woke me from my mindless daze, and I
allowed my bruised fingers to slide over each, embracing round curves and
time-worn nooks.
These four channeled a special understanding to me. I
followed intuition and laid the largest on its most stable side, then attempted
to balance the widest across it as a platform. It teetered, as did my tired
limbs, but once the rock steadied, so did I. After placement of each of the
other two stones, clarity washed over my mind, lightness and peace spread along
my aching muscles. Together, the balanced stones held the special magic of
tranquility.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her.
2 comments:
Again, a magic is woven through your words. Love this.
Thanks for creating and sharing. :)
Thank you so much, Rosalie! It warms my heart to bring others some pleasure and enchantment.
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