Stop Throwing Stones

Grace is a beautiful hindsight thing, explained in the providence of provisions unseen. Often camouflaged in tatters or fearful tears, of what at the time feels like failure of a broken dream. But who are we to know what we want before we know who we are? Why are we so enamored with grasping dreams and not waking up? Why are we so confident in our our guesswork? Oh Grace you are so kind to coach us on how this quest works. At first the one who skips the rock, then the bouncing stone, followed by the goal to cross the pond, and then the ripples come. After repeating this enough a callus forms, and the ambitious mind soon sees its own goals as it’s own storms. But Grace knows that this only stops once we get worn out from being worn. So the skipping is accommodated until a special ripple comes that stings. A special handwritten note from Grace, reading a calm lake is most serene. Stop throwing stones and come back home. 

 

-B 

3 comments

  1. Baron you are such a beautiful soul of the universe! Your gift of writing poetry and creating art is inspiring and that is the best gift you can give the world. I originally visited your website because I loved your art and discovering your writing/poetry feeds my soul too. You share the authentic human spirit and journey in such a true and beautiful way. I used to always say that everything has a reason and then I read a book and learned an even better mantra…everything has purpose and you have seen that in your life in the best way possible. I look forward to meeting you one of these days when I’m in the ‘Burgh and hope to enjoy one of your pieces of work (I love your writing as much as your visual work and it deserves a place on the wall too!) in our new home someday. Continue to shine your light! : )

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