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Every once in a while, In my mind, I roll over and touch a good memory of you just to make sure it’s still there. I gently probe around our tragedy, just to make sure of its honesty. And satisfied, I roll back over to now and feel grateful for the experiments in this life, which is all any of us can claim to be.
I have learned from teaching that a captive audience is not always a willing one, which takes away some of the fun of communicating. I find painting and leaving rocks as a gentle way to impact a willing mind.
When a person picks up one of my rocks, it's their choice, and whether or not they keep it or toss it aside doesn't matter. Either way, they decided it themselves.
When they find the rock, are they feeling worried? Scared? Grief stricken? In love? Victorious? Bored?
Whatever they are feeling, the ‘found rock’ can possibly soothe, distract, remind or otherwise participate in the moment.
I leave these rocks around town with the intent of adding a dimension to life.
I left this rock in the Art class at Ellensburg High School today.
