I often ask questions in my head when looking for answers or guidance in life. I have learned that if you let go and listen, you will receive something back from those who love and support you who are unseen but always there.
It is commonplace to simply dismiss what you hear as your mind filling in the answers that you seek. Sometimes however, if you truly still yourself, something is given that you would not have come up with on your own.
I’ve said before that I have learned to recognize it because it’s often wiser than myself and speaks without falter. There are no pauses in the “voice” unless of course I choose to interject. The answers come quickly and there is always a slight tinge of amusement in the delivery as if they enjoy watching the learning.
In this case it was marbles, the toy from eons ago. I don’t think about them. I don’t ever use them in conversation or equate them to anything in my life or memory. I was told however in trying to understand or control everything in my life and all that had been lost, that I was like a child trying to keep all of the marbles on the floor in a neat pile. That I was fervently trying to organize them by type, color and size. (If you know me at all – this is so accurate.)
It went further explaining that marbles were meant to roll, to shine in the light in their own time. They are each unique in color and vibrance and should be seen from all sides of the sphere, so they move as they do to allow their brilliance to reflect outward.
You cannot protect them from an occasional chip or getting lost under things for a time. That is the nature of the marble. You never lose them though. They will be found again in another place. Cherish them as they are. Each a thing of beauty to enjoy but never kept in pile to yourself.
