There came a moment in the spring of 2020 when all of the planet took a time-out. In this sabbath hush, the earth could be heard breathing. In order to better hear it, everyone stepped outside and walked the dusty soil, admired her fragile blue-green beauty, felt her pulse, and embraced all humanity as family.
Okay. It may have been a tadsy bit difficult to continue our faith in humanity. To trust that others will also think of others. To believe that tiny gestures of faith can change the world.
Here in San Diego, I discovered evidence that many gave it a go. And I salute them.
We are blessed to live next to some fabulous hiking trails and we wander them almost daily. A favorite walk of mine is a nice, flat 5K that is wide enough to let me take evasive action if I see snakes or non-mask wearing humans. Hubby always wants to hike in new different directions. He says he is bored with the same old gorgeous view and needs a fresh one. He wants to walk the wild side and go uphill. As if life wasn’t already uphill both ways in four feet of snow.
And so, my favorite walk, in imminent jeopardy of becoming “boring”, was saved when the art began to appear. Paintings left along the path, mysteriously detailed on rocks. And just as mysteriously, disappearing again. I was fascinated and had I not taken photos, would not have proof they were there. It was like discovering my own whimsical outdoor art gallery and it brought a smile to my face every time I uncovered one.
Turns out, these little gems were shifting around on purpose. Just like a Bible school project I’d covered in a newsletter last year, they were part of a larger movement where rocks are painted and then left for people to find and hide again as way to inspire communities with random acts of kindness, like rainbows or teddy bears in the windows did.
It’s a shame they had to move, though. I’m sure the art was relocated to another trail to inspire the next person. Ahem.
So it works, people. But they are gone and nothing has replaced them, and I wonder whether you would be interested in painting a few for me? I have two left thumbs but I sat down and made a couple of little trail buddies, although everyone knows I am not to be trusted with paint. Or glue. Or glitter. It mostly stayed on my hands…
Help a girl out. Let’s change the world.
Love seeing rock art on the trails. Fun to find. Thanks for the pics Jolie
I’m going to do this!!!!
Rocks are cool! Let’s paint some more!!!
Jolie, I love your little stories in your everyday life. I now walk our fur baby, Giselle. She’s our 6-month-old standard poodle. If I’m lucky, our two youngest gkids go with us. We’ve rediscovered our neighborhood, the J St Mole on the Bay, and the downtown Embarcadaro. COVID-19 is more of an inconvenience than a problem, and our family has been able to work around it. Miss our dining out and plays (We’ve been canceled for ‘Hamilton’ 3 times), but next year to Portugal and my grandparent’s roots. Take care, I miss your smiling face. Should have my blog up soon😎
Love this… Brightened my day! I have a paperweight Rock painted by artist friend of mine and Junior High (aka Middle School). Love that rock and my memories of her.