[stylist] the prompt, challenge accepted

[EvaMarie Sanchez]

Alright I did it. This is in response to Jackies prompt. I have met the
challenge in my way and hope you enjoy it. It was fun to write.


The Stone

The stone was found in the dirt. Without consideration to Geology, “Where
do you come from?” I ask. The stone does not answer. I know there are
secrets worth learning, but they will go on unlearned. The stone has
existed through time and has seen and done much. Okay, the stone has not
done much, but it has been a part of much.

                Long ago, a dinosaur stepped on the stone. At that time, it
was still part of a greater rock. The wear of the elements throughout the
ions, have caused more change than we could imagine. Its essence though, is
still the same. As it was broken from its Mother during the movement of
tectonic plates and then became migratory. It was swallowed by a great bird
to assist with digestion. Rough and pock marked, it returned to the air to
experience freezing and heat waves.

As the geography changed, it traveled. As it lived in water, it became
smooth.  As the water receded, the stone mingled with other forgotten
stones that littered the land. One of the first tools, it was used by a
member of the Homo erectus to break the bones of his prey.

A thousand years ago, a hooved animal, running on the open plane, bruised
its hoof when the stone was stepped on. Five hundred years ago a child
picked up the stone and tossed it in a river. It splashed. In the
nineteenth century, a cowboy’s horse threw a shoe because of the stone. And
about fifty years ago, it was caught by a tire and cracked the windshield
of the following car.

The stone has seen a lot and has many years, many generations to look
forward to. Where ever this stone has been, where ever this stone will be,
I know where it is right now. The stone was found in the dirt. It was then
washed off and now sits, soaking up the morning sun and the first glow of
the moon through the eastern window of my breakfast nook. The stone sits
with honor on my table with all that it has been and all that it will be.

I share my morning tea with the energy of the stone. And I am honored to
come from the same Mother.
Eve
 President, National Federation of the Blind Northern Arizona
President, National Federation of the Blind Writers' Division
Committee Chair, Arizona Association of Guide Dog Users
Affiliate Member, National Federation of the Blind Legislative Committee
Affiliate Member, National Federation of the Blind Membership Committee
Member, Slate & Style Editing Team

"You do not need to have vision to see the stars."