Yes, we met on the high cliffs ages ago.
If you think I’ve changed, you ignore what happens as I cascade down. Each rock I touch changes me in some way. I absorb the stories, bringing them to meet the masses.
You see the force, but fail to see what constitutes it. Each story ignites anger or angst or joy in me, and multiplies my strength. Excitement or angst are similar in so many ways. Both wait to explode, but get scattered by the rocks – the same rocks whose stories fire me.
Stories change, but what happens to the rocks?
Written for Friday Fictioneers
Beautifully crafted.
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Thank you, Sandra!
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Water & rock – two very powerful forces! Nice story
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Thank you, Jennifer!
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well, what can i say? this story rocs! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Cascading water and solid rocks – great metaphors, and you’ve used them powerfully.
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Thank you, Margaret!
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I like how you equate flowing water to the stories, ever changing and full of life, whereas the rocks are ridged and fixed in their lives.
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Thanks for understanding, James!
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An excellent analogy, Reena. Well done.
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Thank you, Bill!
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I love it.
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Thanks!
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Great use of metaphor, Reena! I’m sure rocks have many stories to share.
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Thank you, Franci!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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The rocks of life come in so many forms.
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Absolutely right! Thank you, Keith!
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The rocks erode away. I like how stories change as they cascade down the waterfall.
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Stories change even when passed on from one person to another.
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The rocks will have an eternity of stories to tell, love this
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I hope so. Thank you so much!
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Loved your words today.
Tracey
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Thank you, Tracey!
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Reena, I’m reading a book right now that says rocks are the world’s historians. As many times as water passes over them, there must many stories to hold onto and addend.
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I’d like to believe that.
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You’ve written a nicely imagined metaphor, Reena.
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Thank you, Penny!
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Great use of metaphor to describe our journey through life….an life itself.
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Thank you so much! You got it right.
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Oh, the rocks change too! Slowly, slowly, giving away a molecule at a time. They’re not in any hurry 🙂
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Thank you, Linda!
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Lovely
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Thank you!
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Dear Reena,
Lovely metaphorical story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle!
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A lovely reflection here: thought-provoking
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Thank you, Neil!
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I like the idea of a waterfall of stories.
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Thank you! 🙂
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