Snow Stone

I found a pretty rock. A white, sparkly, quartz crystal rock. I was walking with Husband a few weekends ago by one of our favorite fishing lakes and noticed for the first time that the ground is literally littered with these shimmery bits of stone, like frozen pieces of sun-kissed snow slopes, all glittery and white. I am a HUGE fan of snow and the gleaming wonderland that snow covered mountains bring us, and so this stone is right up my alley! It reminds me so much of a gorgeous, pure white, opulent Alpine slope in the sun. And I found it right here, in Sunny South Africa!

I guess I have never seen these 'snow' stones there before because whenever we go to this particular lake, we go to fish, and my mind is focused on that. So much so that I guess I never thought to look down. This time, though, we had a sort of strange fishing weekend away - in that we didn’t fish at all. Life changes, work stresses and some big hurdles to be cleared kind of hijacked our weekend, and so we rather went walking along side the water, tucked away so neatly in the beautiful farmland and mountain slope surroundings, to talk and to think. The sky was a perfect winter blue and the wind was ice-cap chilled. A few sprinkles of snow had made a first seasonal appearance on mountains near by, trickling down in melted streamletts to green patches that made me think of the highlands of Scotland. It was a perfect moment in a perfect day outside, while inside us, a perfect storm raged down.

After I picked the pretty rock up, and admired it briefly with Husband before he moved on, I had my own little moment with it and decided to slip it into my pocket.

As we walked and talked about the problems ahead, about the figurative mountain he was facing, and therefore as his wife, I face alongside him, I clutched the gleaming rock in my hand in my pocket for the rest of the walk. I couldn't help feeling that there was something special about this rock. It gave me an instant hope. I saw in it a glittery future, and felt as I wrapped my fingers round it that the solid hard surface made me feel strangely grounded. It fit perfectly into the palm of my hand, big enough to hold on to but not too big to get in the way. Just a token, a symbol, a simple piece of something beautiful and pure. A piece of the earth that was exactly what it was.

It has been next to my bed back home ever since and I find myself looking at it, picking it up and holding it quite often. I even think about it when I am not at home. In fact, this weekend while I was a 2 hour flight away, I wished that I had brought it with me. For what reason, I don’t know. I just know that I love this little stone and feel better that it is now with me. I feel that I should keep it close to me for a very, very long time.

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