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Thursday, 04 February 2010

The Gift

By Mary B Summerlin who keeps a photostream at Flickr

Some years ago, I was living in a house on the farm in South Carolina. I looked out the front door and saw my father – coming up the walk. He was alone – it wasn’t a holiday, birthday or anything. And he had something in his hand.

I don’t know about you but in my family, my father and I loved each other very much but we also had difficulty understanding each other – we had trouble appreciating each other. So I was delighted to see him coming to see me.

He came in and said, “Mary, I was over in the pasture this morning and I found this rock. It’s so pretty. I thought you might like it.”

He knew I loved rocks. Wow! What a special gift. I really appreciated it and said, “thank you,” and my father left.

I used the rock as a bookend, paper weight, door stop. I used it for years. It was always around. Then one day I looked for it and couldn’t find it. It had just disappeared! How could that be? I looked everywhere – I turned the house upside down – no rock. It was gone - for years.

Then one day, I was up in the attic (and that’s another story) going through some storage boxes and in a box I found my rock – Wow!! I took it out and looked at it. Amazing!! Absolutely amazing – I now have a new awareness.

My rock is not just a rock, it is a crystal, a big crystal. You know, the kind you buy in the store, the ones that bring you health, wealth, happiness and all good things in life. That’s what it was, a big beautiful crystal, I didn’t know it before. I didn’t realize it before.

This new awareness brought reflection. I remembered my father had given me many problems that I had spent much time worrying about, crying about, analyzing, rebelling against, moaning and groaning and carrying on about.

I also remembered he’d given me many gifts and strengths – they should be just as prized as the rock/crystal. The time has come for me to concentrate on these gifts and appreciate them.

You notice: Nothing has changed but my awareness!
Nothing has changed but my perception

[INVITATION: All elders, 50 and older, are welcome to submit stories for this blog. They can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, memoir, etc. Instructions for submitting are here.]

Posted by Ronni Bennett at 02:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


How beautiful and thought provoking.

Wonderfully written powerful story.

Thanks for sharing.

One of my favorites of your stories, Mary. "All we have is perception--there is no reality, only one's perception." Can't remember who said it, but it's true.

Wonderful story. Am heading into the shower and will luxuriate under warm water and reverie inspired by your story.

Lovely story, Mary.

I must say here, regarding all the stories I've read on Elder Storytelling,they are top-notch, good writing combined with important messages. Ronni---I tip my hat to you for this site.

Very nice especially to those of us who have, uh, "distant?" daughters.

Thank you all for your kind and thoughtful comments.

Amazing the clarity that comes with time....I'm experiencing some of that myself. Thanks for sharing...

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