Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Speaking in Sand
Things have been going on but I just don't want to talk about them. It's bad enough by myself. Having others jump on me, as has happened many times, just makes things worse. And I seem to be reverting to "If I don't have anything to say, just be quiet." I'm tired of acting.
Sand is enjoyable and it's honest. There's no reproach, no vindictiveness. It does what it does.
But I'm glad you dropped by to share this sculpture.
Sand really is an amazing thing when you stop and think about it. All those tiny little particles used to be rock. When it's wet it sticks together, when its dry you can sift it through your fingers. It can feel good or uncomfortable. Its simple. It's at the beach and in the desert. I guess the most amazing thing about sand is that God knows how much of it there is. I don't think we could count the granules in one tablespoon.
Sorry, I told you I was talking to much lately.
I'm praying for you.