Sensing...Cobblestones

Hey Sweet Sensitives! It’s the first Saturday and here’s your free subscriber sentiment for the month. (You like the alliteration? Super!) 😀

SENSING… COBBLESTONES

There is a small patch of sidewalk that is delightfully uneven that I walk on almost daily. If I’m not wearing the right shoes, my feet will fall into the cracks, and my ankle will twist uncomfortably. I must pick my footing wisely. I can’t rush, and I’d never stare at my phone while attempting to traverse it. These bricks, placed many moons ago, force me to slow down and watch where I’m going. My little dog sniffs each crack and crevice as many wonders fall between the rectangular-shaped pieces of clay.

I have grown to love this short path. It’s a reminder of a time when I envision horse-drawn carriages. It makes me appreciate slowing down and reminds me that life is imperfect. That there is beauty in irregularity.

Two days ago, I noticed they had ripped it up.

I assume someone looked at it and thought it best to pave it over so it connects better with the rest of the smooth cement sidewalk. I’m sure people complained and said it was hard to run on, or impossible to push their carts over.

For me, it feels like another way in which we allow slightly difficult situations or objects to turn into “big problems that need to be fixed.” If it’s not all the same, then something is wrong.

My heart broke a little for these stones.

What will happen to them now that they’ve been ripped out and tossed aside? Some cemetery for bricks? Or repurposed for another project? Or crushed into dust?

When I eventually walk on the new smooth surface that holds no danger for my step, will I relish in the ease, or will my heart squeeze painfully around the sweet remembering of the bumps and bobs below that used to challenge me?

🌷🥀🌷🥀 Kimberly