Hauling Rocks (Part 2)

All is quiet except for the songbirds.  Evidence of yesterday’s celebration neatly piles on countertop and table.  I sip strawberry-infused water and gaze at the verdant green just outside, a colorful counterpoint to the grey I left behind.

I have been relieved of many of my burdens.  The stone hunkers in a place of honor, its painted face unmarred by travel, while the more subtle weight of arriving safely slipped away by degrees.

A delayed train blessed my companion and I with plenty of time to navigate the enormous metropolitan station, eat and swap stories.  No goodbyes were said as the staff separated us by destination, a tiny pebble of fear soon dislodged by the booming announcement of each city as we came upon it.

Now, I debate whether to retrieve the ephemeral stones of the heart.  Laughter and long conversations dispel much of the weight, yet the possibility of picking up those old worries remains.

I think for today, I’ll leave them where they lie.

I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.       -Lillian Smith-


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