Take a Pebble (Emerson, Lake, & Palmer)

About once a week, I meet up with Sarah and Colin to walk at a park 20 minutes from our home.  It's mostly shady, tucked into a subdivision, and has many lovely winding trails.  You can tell most of the people using it live in the neighborhood, and it's a well-kept secret, so it's not crowded at all.  Sarah says she sees most of the same couples, families, individuals every time she goes.

A few weeks ago, we noticed that someone had painted and left rocks along the trail, two of which are pictured above (Have Fun and Make Things Happen), which then inspired Sarah to follow through on an art project with Colin.  I provided the large river rocks (snagged from the ground-level area at the bottom of our condo complex stairwell), and they added their creative touches.  Sarah is a huge fan of the Dave Matthews Band, so all three are lyrics from his songs...  :-)

The next time I met up with them, our goal was to leave the DMB rocks along the trails, as a thank you and follow-up. And we did.  Hope they brought smiles to others' faces, as theirs did to ours...  :-)

SONG:  Take a Pebble by Emerson, Lake and Palmer

BOOK:  If You Find a Rock by Peggy Christian, Barbara Hirsch Lember (Photographer)

POEM:  Miracles by Walt Whitman

Why, who makes much of a miracle?

As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge

of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,

Or talk by day with anyone I love, or sleep in the bed

at night with anyone I love,

Or sit at the table at dinner with the rest,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honeybees busy around the hive

of a summer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining

so quiet and bright,

Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon

in spring;

These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,

The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread

with the same,

Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,

The fishes that swim-the rocks-the motion of the waves

-the ships with men in them,

What stranger miracles are there?

QUOTE:  "If you are in the country, you should notice landmarks - that is, objects which help you to find your way or prevent you getting lost, such as distant hills, church towers, and nearer objects, such as peculiar buildings, trees, gates, rocks, etc." ~ Robert Baden-Powell