A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation.
The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.”
I have heard many versions of this beautiful Zen story. There are so many lessons to learn from one simple tale.
I watch my kids fighting over their toys, when ‘NO’ seems so much more natural for them than ‘let’s share’.
I get that it’s so much easier to grumble and complain rather than appreciate and celebrate.
Like everyone else, I worry about the financial, political and security scares all around us. And sometimes it’s overwhelming.
And then I wonder about that precious stone. Where do you find such a thing? If I found it, would I be able to give it away with such grace and flow? Would I be confident that it will come back?
For me, the river is the journey of life. We find many precious stones during this journey. They may not look precious, they may seem to be just plain old pebbles but if we look closely, if we pay attention and take the time to pick up the stones and shine them, we can see that they are precious beyond all, they are priceless.
And they do not belong to us. We just look after them for a while. They come and go as life takes all kinds of twists and turns.
All we can do is enjoy the beauty when it is in our hands and in our lives, and let it go when we have to.
These are moments of grace. Moments of gratitude and, as we focus on them, we manifest more of the same.
In this week of thanksgiving, for those parts of the world that celebrate this lovely tradition, I want to give thanks.
I want to thank those precious stones that I have been honored to hold in my arms and in my life; my loved ones, family and friends, my home and the stories.
Stories have always been my precious stones. Sometimes they stay with me for months and years, sometimes they are fleeting. They are the greatest and most humble of teachers, the most inspiring and heart-warming support.
And thank you to my colleagues and clients who have honored me my telling me their stories. You are the most precious of stones!
© Copyright 2011 Lisa Bloom