Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Totem Hunt on the Lake Walk
A path through the trees?
A coffee shop on the corner?
A chair on your Grandma's porch?
I am lucky enough to live near one of the world's most magnificent lakes.
And a thought occurred to me. What if I took an open afternoon to drive down to the lake, walk my dog, and choose a stone, bit of driftwood, or fallen leaf to bring back home as a remembrance? Then whenever I wanted to connect with the joy of that place all I had to do was look at my found treasure.
Here's the problem:
In my pocket I wanted to place the laughing child, the boulders wet with newly melted snow, the panting runners, the hundred year old former brewery turned hotel along the shore, the sparkling water, the embracing lovers, the elderly man flirting with his wife, the toddler in rain boots stomping in the puddles, the last bit of floating ice twenty yards from the beach.
I searched for a pebble that could encompass all these things.
Couldn't find it.
I did find a curled up bit of birch bark, but there are no birch trees near where I was, so I have no idea how it got there.
I am not giving up on the idea of a totem hunt, and neither should you. Small gifts to jar our memories open up a world of happiness just by resting quietly in our hands.