My House & The Treasures Within

My House…

I live within a shell made of rocks.  Each one stands side by side, they sit one on top of the other, until they are high enough above my head and wide enough for me to move about within their embrace.   They are a mix match of colors grey, rust, tan, and brown, a quilt made of natural stone.  They feel hard, strong, solid, heavy, and rugged like sandpaper to the touch…the wolf will never blow it down. They smell of the earth and taste a bit salty.  They are a living substance not always appreciated for what they are or what they can do.  Sometimes when the sun hits them at the right angle they give off a glow that sparkles like tiny diamonds within showing off all of their own unique glory.

Is a rock just a lump that sits upon the earth it depends on how you look at it?  If I give it meaning and purpose it becomes more then a lump upon the ground it becomes part of me and I of it.  It is my shelter my home my shell, my comfort, my haven. Somewhere in the wild scheme of things, I choose the rocks and rocks choose me together we give purpose to what we are and become one like a turtle with its shell upon its back.

…And The Treasures Within

Through the eyes of my stone house, the rays of Gods light stretch their fingers to touch upon a simple vase covered in chips of glass.  I find myself standing in the middle of the room with a meteor shower of colorful chips dancing upon the walls and ceiling… prisms of color everywhere.  I shiver with that feeling of Grace that leaves me with the tingle of goose bumps.  It feels as if the colors themselves have seeped inside of me.  There are special treasures within everything and I am glad for the moments that I stop and see the creation within its perfect timing for in the blink of eye it is gone.