I was at a medicine wheel ceremony and my guides told me to
look down and pick a small rock to commemorate the occasion. Pick something
that is you. So while the medicine man was chanting, I looked down at my feet
to vast array of stones. I spotted a perfect little quartz stone that was free
of blemishes, round and smooth, it was in perfect shape. My guide’s asked is
this you? I thought about it for a second and kept looking. Then I found an odd
shaped piece of limestone that had a bunch of holes and a crack in it, it was
sharp on one side and rough on the other. It would take a million more years
for this rock to become smooth and perfect. I picked it up and put it in my
jean’s pocket. “You chose well,” my guide said.