I could also imagine that I am a force for only “good,” but I know that I have the capacity for both the dark and the light. I do not necessarily think of this as a bad thing but more of an opportunity. What I am beginning to understand with more and more clarity is that I have several opportunities each and every day to choose which path I prefer to follow.
There has been a wave of heat over the past couple of weeks in the Northeast region of the United States, which has kept the water and air warmer than usual. Thus, I have continued my weekly forays walking along the pond trail at Walden and swimming in the clear water.
Recently, my dad has been joining me for the walking portion and exploring the shore while I swim.
As we rounded a corner close to my favorite spot, we noticed something different in the water. There is a place near the shore where two pieces of wood break through the surface. I pointed to them to show my dad where someone or some thing had placed two large rocks. Upon the smaller and lighter of the two rocks was set a small, light blue marble with white and pastel blue swirling patterns on the inside.
It was beautiful. People walking and swimming by stopped to look at it and wonder over its construction. The light shining off of the water added to the subtle yet breathtaking presence it created simply by being.
After taking many photographs, we carried on walking along the shore, admiring rocks and feathers along the way.
I swam out on my usual path. As I was approaching the final stretch, my dad pointed out to the place where the two rocks had been. Only one remained. The wind had picked up, so I assumed one had simply fallen from its delicate perch.
I arrived at the shore, walked out of the water, shivered and reached for my towel.
Did the wind knock it over? I asked. The wind really picked up.
No, my dad said. Did you see him? he asked.
The man in the blue canoe with the yellow paddles?
No, I replied. Well, maybe. I think I did.
He went by and just knocked it over with his paddle.
Seriously? How nasty.
It really way. It reminded me of an 8-year-old child. Something a little boy would do.
That is so sad. I wonder what kind of unhappy existence he lives in that would cause him to do such a thing? I mused.
I guess we have witnessed both the good and bad in our species.
As I spoke, I knew that had I made different choices in my own life, I could easily have felt the desire to take out my own frustrations and resentment on that fragile construction. I could have chosen to be a victim to the world and its whims.
It was a good reminder that I never want to live that way.
Of course, who can say what was happening for that individual person. I hope it was a whim or maybe a desire to keep a less human ambiance about the pond.
I will never know.
I did take the marble. I hesitated.
Do you think it would be ok if I take it? I had asked my dad.
What do you think?
I think sometimes things want to travel and sometimes they want to be still.
Will I create bad karma if I take it?
I don’t think so.
In the end, I decided the fairies had left it for me. A gift from the pond to remember it by.