This is it. The moment that decides my fate. Stones stretch before my feet, disappearing in the distance under the reflection of the sky. Water ripples as I take a breath and slide my foo into the lake’s edge. Perfectly polished rocks of all different sizes and colors lay before me, each a symbol of the choice I will make. My attention catches first on a small pebble, topaz blue and with a complex etching of a turtle. I glance away and take the final step so that both of my feet are submerged in the Lake of Recourse. My eyes follow the motion of the ripple effect and land on my next option. This stone is emerald green and bears the meaning of courage in the style of a great eagle. I feel no pull to either of them. I glance over my shoulder …show more content…
I turn my head away and stare straight in front of me, looking at a point in the horizon. I feel the stares of the Judgment at my back. The Lake seems to stretch out endlessly and I wonder how long my Judgment will wait. I breathe again, deeply. I pause a single heartbeat and begin to move, gliding over the Pathstones of the future. As I press on, I listen for the telltale buzz of my fate, my choice, my Pathstone. I close my eyes to block out distractions and walk forward, trusting in the power of destiny. I feel the sun on my face in cool contrast to the inexplicable heat of the …show more content…
I have no idea what direction to go now. I turn and just begin walking, trusting in myself. I take on step and then another and then one more. I expect it to be some time before I reach the shore, but it seems like only a minute before my toes are out of the water. I’ve reached the land. Grass meets the water abruptly at an almost even level. My eyes flutter, but I don’t feel ready to know what the stone is. I feel the presence of my Judgment, waiting on me. I run my thumb over my Pathstone. I am holding the missing piece of my soul right in my hand. Suddenly, I can’t wait to see it. My eyes fly open before I fully make the decision to open them. My Pathstone lies in my hand. The sudden light blinds me momentarily, but I can see that it is a perfect oval in my palm. As my eyes adjust to the sunshine, I can begin to make out the color. It is a shade like I have never seen before, almost clear, but with the possibilities of every color on the surface. Its surface feels slightly gritty, but looks deceptively smooth. I see no etchings on this side. When I turn it over, I still see nothing but the shifting surface. I push back my sense of unease that something is wrong. Maybe my etching is just too small for me to notice right away. I must have just overlooked it on the other side. These thoughts whirl through my head and I bring my Pathstone closer to my face to inspect it. My heart is beginning to race even the speed of my
My life so far has been like a good hiking path. A path that is winding and twisting and encompassed with plenty of beauty. A path that is lined with trees like angels protecting you from the mysteries in the deep forest and that keep you rooted on the path you are destine to take. One that is filled with deep troughs and the most beautiful peaks you could ever image. Sometimes the path is rocky and hurts the soles of your feet until they crack and bleed, but other times it’s covered with a soft green moss that lifts your steps and revives your spirits. Through the last 17 years of my life, I have traveled that path and endured every step. I have gone into the dark abyss of the trough and have found in it the most precious grace of light. As I have gotten older I have come to recognize that the scary and shaky steps of my path have indeed been “fearsome blessings” (Buechner, 92).
The water was calm, like the morning; both were starting to get ready for the day ahead. The silent water signals that although rough times occurred previously, the new day was a new start for the world. As I went closer to the water, I heard the subtle lapping of the water against the small rocks on the shore. Every sign of nature signals a change in life; no matter how slight, a change is significant. We can learn a lot from nature: whatever happens in the natural world, change comes and starts a new occurrence. I gazed over the water to where the sky met the sea. The body of water seemed to be endless under the clear blue sky. The scope of nature shows endless possibilities. Nature impresses us with the brilliant colors of the sky, the leaves, the water. She keeps us all in our places and warns us when we are careless with her. After all the leaves have fallen from the trees, she will offer us the first snows of the year to coat the earth with a tranquil covering. That will only be after we have recognized the lessons of autumn, the gradual change from warm to cold, rain to snow, summer to winter.
...as hurriedly approaching my toes. I clinched my toes deeper in the sand to prepare myself to get annihilated by the wave’s white water. But, of course, it was just the familiar feeling of the cool rush between my feet as they sunk deeper into the sand. Scanning the water vigorously, I tippy toed my way out into bottomless ocean. Remembering the feeling of the tingle and than burn, I peered back to see my beach chair waiting for me in the scorching sun. While I contemplated turning around and heading back to my safe place. I continued on. I continued to walk forward. I did not stop once the water passed my waist. I would not let the phobia of jellyfish hold me back from the once place I loved the most. As the water washed over the tips of my hair, warm memories of my past fled into my mind. I let my once again peach colored toes disappear deeper into the blue water.
Polished round and smooth as marbles or lozenges of stone veined and striped…. The boy walked out and squatted and laved up the dark water” (McCarthy 38). The pebbles and the waterfall are a symbol of hope for the father and son. The hope is shown in the pebbles by the descriptions of “polished”, “smooth”, “lozenges”, and “bright”. Polished, smooth, and bright convey purity which is sparse in their world. These purities seem to soften the man as he proceeds to play with the boy in the water. The author also writes “laved” as to communicate that the boy regarded the water as hope. The boy had not seen a waterfall before and thus he gently gathered it in his hands in awe. The connotation of laved is gentle and is often used as a purifying or ritualistic cleansing. The boy was almost washing away his worries as he ogled the flowing water. The water was a sign of hope to him that there was something more to life. The
In one day we make a vast array of decisions, some seem small and some seem large, but they all impact our destiny. There are many tough choices that we must make in our lives. Which college to go to? Who to marry. How we want to exist.
My body fills with excitement, this is the longboat I have been assigned to. A thundering horn booms through the air, coming from the docks. Quickly, my leisurely walk becomes a steady
...we found the bodies, yet the crashing blue-green water spins me into a reality that is worlds away from the sight of stiff men. I'm not sure if this is healing or forgetfulness; all I can be certain of is the bite of the water on my skin and the dropping sun. I stare at my hand under the surface of the water, fascinated by how far away it looks and by the deep blue color of my fingernails. That hand isn't a part of my body, how can it be, it is deep in the water, opening and closing experimentally as water crashes on top of it. I want to leave it there, forever feeling the numbing water, forever fighting the currents that would wash it out to the Pacific Ocean. But then my arm moves, lifts my hand, and I realize it is mine, as are my legs and toes and wet matted hair. And the water keeps falling, pounding, rushing and I just stand there, staring, watching, waiting.
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my
As I walked inside, people pass by these big marble rocks. Taking a closer look, I could see that these stones have names of celebrities on them. They are unique structures walking past; in the center of these, there is a fountain. I can smell the scent of fresh water flowing out of it and feel the water splashing on my feet as my family and I walk past it.
As we drove into the state of Wisconsin,I was had felt over-joyed.I had seen this power to power glistening waterfall.The waterfall pushed me away with the tremendous and titanic breeze it gave away.It looked so smoothly,it made me want to touch it..I walked up to the waterfall,and I stuck my hand in the cool water as it took over my whole hand.The water was as cold as ice.I let the water run in between my fingers.I closed my eyes again,and just had no complete thoughts.Everything I was feeling,thinking,wondering,in that moment my mind was blank.It was something about this water
moment moves forward with me and it makes the next tasks seem less mundane. I find myself
We took off down a path covered softly with moss and tiny pink flowers. Off to the side of the path were endless green trees and pants all nestled together to make one beautiful piece of art. After a while, we reached a sparkling, clear brook. It was about twelve feet deep and nearly three feet deep. The path wound right along side the water. Down the brook a ways, we came to a deep water hole where the fish danced in the swirling current. I noticed the brook was beginning to flow a little faster now, and I could hear the steady, rushing noise of the water falling over the cliffs that lied ahead. We walked to the cliff's edge to look over at the crystal clear lagoon that lay below us. The falls dropped about thirty feet down before it met the pool of water below. To the sides of the waterfall were moss-covered rocks, ferns and other green plants, growing from the crevices of the cliffs.
As I walk towards the stream I see a bottle that is empty and crushed. At one point it had been a bottle filled with mineral water for someone who had been hiking through the woods on a health trip. When I see it I don't stop to pick it up, but I make a mental note of its locations so I can grab it on my way back.
As we started to slowly drift down the river, seemingly inch by inch, I began to have feelings of disappointment. I had been planning on a more hazardous and fast-paced ride. The water was crystal clear and almost as flat as a sheet of glass. There was only a very mild current and being as impatient as I was, it appeared to me that we weren’t even moving.
It’s a beautiful morning, as my group of friends and I wake up, we hear the pounding and the thrashing of the water slamming on the moss covered granite rock, I go down the eroded leaf covered pathway to fetch water just like I would do every morning, the sun had just begun to rise, the mixture of scarlet red, orange, and a bleach-like yellow beaming against the hurried water of the river that led into the waterfall shone like flakes of gold floating on top of the whitening water. The serene environment of the surrounding rocks overlooking the waterfall, the ambience of water clashing against the granite, and the aroma of the white pine filling the forest is an awe inspiring experience to all who dare make their way down the narrow and lengthy