Papa dropped a pebble into the lake. "See those ripples?"
"Yes," said Kyra.
"They touch everything, everywhere. Try it."
Kyra picked up a pebble and dropped it into the lake. Ripples spread in all directions.
"Kyra. Everything. Every thought. Every word. Every deed. Touches every thing."
Kyra looked at Papa, her eyes clear. Then she picked up another pebble and dropped it. Papa stood and watched as Kyra picked up another and then another. Dropping them one upon the other.
14 comments:
Have missed The Story and as tends to be the case after a short pause, though how it could be any other way since there hasn't been a chapter yet that one couldn't say so about, this was a wonderful fix. Nice use of metaphor here, the water, the flowing with the pebbles and the ever-increasing rings that are created by the single drop lasting so much longer than the initial motion. Kyra and Papa chapters are special, just to see the two of them together for this moment, the comfortable relationship and deep love seen in this brief exchange. Minimal chapter length-wise, but like the pebble the rings that you create ripple. Very nicely done, and very nice to have you back. :-)
Thought-provoking it is too, and so Papa like, he leaves Kyra to discover for herself after gently guiding her in the right direction. Each of us has a place, each of us is granted a space and there is great power and great responsibility in how we occupy it. The little things matter as the large things do, everything, as he said, as you wrote, everything we say and do has an influence on our surroundings and to an extent that may never be realized. As you have done so many times before, you have taken a concept that most would used a million words to describe and still not feel that the deal was done, and broken it down, simplified it, given a single picture rather than an essay of explanation, so admirable how you are able to do this, have always thought so. In doing so, you're touched the pulse of something so many times and let us feel the heartbeat. (tired comments, more tomorrow maybe)
Sweetest, I've missed The Story too. Wouldn't mind seeing a few more chapters this weekend too. :-D
This memory occurs in the moments after Kyra is attacked in her cell. She is affixing bandages to their heads and offering them words of wisdom and compassion as they awake. The assailants are dumbstruck with her behavior and it is upon this interchange that she reflects on that trip to the lake and the wisdom of the pebble. One loves the world by loving one's neighbor. A lesson Kyra seems not to have forgotten. :-)
So good to see you busy again and moving forward in domicile and work. Coffee ready when you are. :-)
Finally the story continues.
That's good to see.
So always be mindful of your actions.
Groover, touché. :-D
So, true about ripples.
They're everywhere.
And everything.
The Story has been missed by many.
Myself included.
Breaks are good.
Cos it's so awesome upon the return.
xo, Mr. Tree, xo
Minus that comma between 'so' and 'true.'
=P
I'd like to see your ripples, ringed in honey and lit my candle. :-D
Tree,
I wrote this in my blog April 2007 about the date I invited to my best friend's wedding. I wanted to share the ironic coincidence of writing with you cause when I read this, you can see why your writing brought back such a fabulous memory for me. :)
"The next day, in the pre-hours of dawn, I headed home. For nine hours I went over the details of him in my head. I listened to music he had brought into my life. Everywhere there were omens of him, little reminders everywhere I looked. A car...a road sign...reminders of what we had shared. I couldn't make sense of anything, because in comparison to everyone else I knew, his time spent with me equated to such a tiny fraction of my life. At first, his impression on me was small, but it was enough to turn my head in his direction. To look. To see him. Then, he touched me. Just a fingerprint to the fluidity to my soul...enough to create a little dimple... but from that touch, small circles grew. And as time passed, the circles gradually expanded, and eventually they became ripples that were so large they completely washed over me until there wasn't a single part that had not been affected."
How cool that we shared such a similar thought and then expressed it in writing!!
--snow
Snow, that is very, very cool. I wish you could see how broad my smile is right now. Thank you for sharing and enriching this chapter with such a wonderful memory. :-)
Short but sweet. I like the exchange between them also. Quiet and very loving. Your description of the ripples the pebbles made cast a very warm feeling through my heart.
Kimmie
Perhaps this chapter is a pebble, sending ripples across the blogosphere. :-)
"everything" Sometimes something so very small can be incredibly profound.
Life has been eating my cake but I'm trying to get caught back up.
W, always good to see you stopping by. I fully understand the life/cake thing. :-D
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