If I keep walking on the pebble, a small callous could form on the bottom of my foot. Or, the pebble could wear a raw hole into the flesh.
So, I sit on the ground, unknot my laces, take off my boot, dump out the pebble, and reboot myself before going on the walk.
The puny size of the pebble made me smirk. And, think.
What puny things do we carry around in our thinking that makes us callous to some part of life? What tiny assumptions or expectations do we carry in our minds that make us raw and sensitive?
- I deserve to be able to use plastic wrap rather than a recyclable container to hold leftovers.
- I want to avoid a neighbor.
- I eat one bite too many at meals.
- I think someone else is clumsy.
- I think I look and act like my grandmother.
None of these thoughts can be ignored for a long time. All thoughts, hidden or materialized, have an effect.
However, I can dump them out and see less impact on the earth as I use recyclable containers. I don’t have to be the neighbor’s best friend, but I can smile at the neighbor.
One bite of food too many calls for an increase in weight over the years. I don’t need one bite too many at meals. And, I don’t want to think someone else is clumsy because it opens the door for me to be clumsy.
Even if I did resemble my grandmother, and even if I wanted to be like my grandmother, this pebble keeps me from being me.
I can dump out the pebbles and walk with a strong free mind.