Today I was reminded of an exercise my daughter taught me a couple of years ago. She went to camp with a friend and they did all sorts of fun things but this one thing stuck with her and I thought it was the coolest.
The camp counselor asked them if they had something that was or had been bothering them. She handed them all a flat rock and asked them to write on the rock a code word that represented what it was. She said the counselor told each one of them to walk to the bank of the river, say a prayer and chunk that rock as hard as you could into the water. Releasing the worries and the pain. She told me about it as soon as I picked her up from camp.
I asked her what she wrote on her rock curious to know if something had been bothering her I wasn't aware of. She said she wrote Papa. He had passed away that year and as much as I had tried to hide my emotions it wasn't easy. I never realized it had upset her as much as it did. I wondered if I was really the one she was worried about. I had started to become someone else.
As soon as we got home I wrote Papa on a rock and chunked it into the pond in our front yard. Not to forget but to move on with my own family. It was time.
I wonder how many rocks were in that shallow water at the river. I hope it helped. I think its time for me to get out the sharpie and find some flat rocks to write on. I have a few things on my mind. Its time to chunk them in the water.
Here was a simple, goofy song about worries. You may thank me for the jam or hate me for putting this song in your head for the rest of the day...Until then
Keep Rockin
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