~The Sandbox~
Today I woke up, and much as I usually do, I looked out my window to
the beauty of the morning. The sun was rising along the normal
horizon,
and the sky was being filled with the many different hues of the
sun's
bright path. The birds were singing and flitting their way around
the trees
and sky with a natural lightness that leads one to ponder the
thoughts of
flight as they did long ago as a child. As my gaze
continued to work it's
way around the picture before me, I noticed the sand
box, as it sat, as it
always has, in the middle of the ground in the
backyard. A sudden thought
had occured to me, and I proceeded to make it
come to life. I dressed rather
quickly, but yet lightyl, as the heat of the
sun is very warming to one's
back so early risen, and made my way to the
garage first. My mind, not
knowing quite why at first, decided the body
would pick up a rake, and
hence, carry it to the sand box. Once arriving
at the original destination,
I proceeded to sit and pick from the sand, all
the leaves and twigs, and
rocks, that had somehow found their way in. I
placed the rocks in a pile,
and threw to the grass around, the remainder of
treasures found.
As I sat, and sorted, and picked, I found my thoughts once again
wandering along the caverns of my mind in search of a resting place.
Many decisions have been put in the crevace of the soul, to be looked upon
at a later date, and have never since seen the light of the eyes looking
upon them. Too many things have gotten in the way, too many obstacles in
the path. With each rock being laid aside, I decided to give it a
meaning, a name so to speak. Each one represented a path or decision or
thought that needed completing. By the time an hour had passed, the sand
box was clean once again, and I had contrived quite a pile of thoughts.
Now, I decided to rise, and taking a glance over at the grass, had realized
why the mind had thought of the rake, for I then began to rake the sand
until it was as smooth as a still lake of water. Without even thinking
really, for my mind was quite happy to be moving right along the many
thoughts that passed, I then began to rake little lines, little roads if
you please, and give the box some sort of individuality, expression all
it's own. Having very carefully raked such a pattern, with many evenly and
peacefully measured strokes, I had quite a nice pattern formed.
I then began to look to the rocks so obscenely piled next to the
peace,
and decided to take three, and place them in spots without even so
much as a
thought to where. I then decided to take the remainder of the
pile, and
place them along the fence. Having spent much of the early, and
now later
morning on my odd project, I returned the rake to the garage, and
then
myself to the house. I then made my way to the kitchen, so as to
refresh my
body of the elements I had left outside, and taking my glass
proceeded to
the window whence I started. Upon looking out the window to
the sand box, I
could see the pattern in it's entirety. I had without and
forethought or
reason, made a pattern of two roads crossing one another
much like an x and
at three of the points, the rocks lay, with only
one road still open. I then
began to realize that I had actually drawn a
picture of my life, showing to
me that the paths from whence I had
come, where past, and behind me now, and
that I was on a path that was
open, and quite far ahead of me. Determination
and desire travel together,
and if given a chance to speak, can lead to a
completeness unlike any
other.
Written By: Moonslight