Gravity Rocks


When I was little I collected my favorite rocks in a shoebox and went around our neighborhood to sell them. I could feel everyone laughing at me, chiefly my mother. I was mystified.

If they thought it was ridiculous that I was selling rocks, why were they buying them? But I got older and had a daughter who set up a lemonade stand in my front yard.

She used my ironing board as her table. The lemonade was made from a powder in my cupboard, which she served out of my pitcher poured into my Dixie cups. Yet I was her best customer, handing over quarter after quarter. The lemonade at that ironing board I drank to quench my thirst from the Omaha sweaty sun is the best I’ve ever had.

People want to be part of the party. That’s why we buy rocks and lemonade. We’re buying a story for the dinner table, a giggle for the doldrums in the middle of the afternoon.

This is how I learned that rocks bring more gravity than just the kind that holds my feet to the earth. They provide perspective and something to hold onto when a world of ideas tempts me to float away.

I still collect rocks everywhere I go. I’d rather have a stone from the beach than spend oodles of money in a souvenir shop. Then, years later, when I pour out a hand full of stones onto my dinner table as a centerpiece, I remember the Mediterranean Coastline and feel the sea breeze on my cheeks while setting at my table in Colorado.

Rocks are valuable to me because, as a life coach, I deal, primarily, with ideas. I help people battle the pesky thoughts that frighten, bring tears, or fight off the voice that whispers in all our ears “you can’t.” Sometimes it’s difficult to wrangle those thoughts and voices into a form real enough to kick on down the road. Holding a stone in my pocket softens the chatter and grounds me in the here and now.

So I’m creating “gravity rocks” to provide me with freedom. I know it works. One time I was at Best Friends Animal Shelter and a stone helped me process the death of a cat who had been buried for many years.

I’m offering a rocks that will invite an artistic idea into our lives. I invite you to put that rock into your pocket of consciousness and let it simmer. If you also want to put a rock in your pocket or on your shelf, go for it. But you might find, something different inspires gravity in your life.

See what wants to come.

A group of us will write together (or paint, take photographs, or otherwise be true to our artistic process) as we find these missives. We’ll even explore how that applies to our business life. Then, occasionally, we’ll chat on the phone at a virtual Friday Afternoon Club Party.

I’m interested in asking the question, “How does our art feed us in the lives we lead?”

Here’s my rock this week. I hope you’ll join me.

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Follow the series here:

Why forbidden clothing will bring you great comfort.

What do your collections tell you about your future? What half finished projects do you have?

Do you struggle with extremes? How about with eating?

What inspires you to say “Yes?” How about “No?”

Many of us found stillness by moving our bodies.





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Florence June 17, 2013 at 10:30 pm

Whoo hoo, I’m in! Looking forward to collecting and reflecting on my rocks, although many of them may take the physical form of seashells. 🙂

rebecca June 17, 2013 at 10:40 pm

Seashells are the best! Can’t wait to see what you find, both on the shoreline and inside!

Sue Rodda June 20, 2013 at 3:26 am

Count me in Rebecca! I’ll post the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote on the Stillness prompt page tomorrow.

jim coz June 21, 2013 at 5:30 pm

I also collect rocks, yard has many in the landscaping…hope to join our call…

rebecca June 21, 2013 at 9:56 pm

Jim, I love to see people’s rocks. I’ll look forward to that opportunity. I’m so glad you were with us today!

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