THE POND
By Sheree Rainbolt-Kren
(c) 2005
Imagine a beautiful, and perfectly still pond. It's a lovely day under the bright summer sun. The birds are singing and the skies are clear blue. The pond is happy and at peace. All is well.
Now, imagine a beautiful golden bird flies over and nonchalantly drops terd in the pond. We all know the math of velocity. The bird dropping hits front and center doing 40. It causes a ripple to the outer edges, and the pond is no longer still. The pond feels dissed.
But, soon the water calms and the skies are still blue. It is a lovely morning. All of Heaven shines down upon her and she is at peace.
Then, a little while later, a hiker walks by and chucks her gum in the water. It causes a ripple to the outer edges. The pond is no longer still, and now there's gum in it. The pond is horrified at the gross insensitivity.
But, soon, the peacefulness of All That Is encourages disinterest, and the pond is again still for the pond is heavily invested in stillness.
Then, out of nowhere, a herd of thirsty deer comes to drink. The pond is semi-happy to oblige. But, they drink a long time, and they don't smell so good today. The pond becomes a wee antsy. The water ripples. The pond is not at all quiet now and has a migraine.
By nightfall, the pond is weary with all the comings and goings of life. It rose in stillness with a brand new sun, but there were things that came along all day; all unplanned. She doesn't like being distracted.
But, now the pond will sleep and wait for another chance for peace tomorrow. She greets the moon with her usual reflective glow, and draws her quiet evening breath. The pond has a couple of disturbing lucid dreams about minnows chewing gum and laughing at her, but otherwise, a peaceful sleep.
As the sun rises the next morning, the pond is again waking to perfect stillness. Not a single ripple to be found, for all of life is sleeping.
Then, without warning, a troop of well badged scouts happen on the pond with their fishing polls and muddy boots. The pond has not had her coffee, and all is not well. The scouts, not knowing the pond needs morning coffee, have their own agenda, and it includes waste deep water and skipping stones. The water ripples to the outer edges and the pond is no longer still. The pond is seriously pissed.
It's clear she cannot control scouts, hikers and birds. All she wants is peace and quiet. Why can't life live elsewhere?
But, while she is grumpy today, she expects tomorrow will be different, and she will be at peace. The pond soon greets the moon with her reflective glow and drifts to sleep for the night.
On the next dewey morning, the pond wakes to a glorious sunrise and intends to have peace.
Then, within one hour, a mighty wind comes. A wind unlike any other. It comes out of nowhere! Suddenly, trees and bushes and rocks are being blown about and the water is rippling something fierce. The pond is deeply afraid and her fear causes even more ripples. And now she is full of chaotic debris.
"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT! GO AWAY!" cries the pond. She is finished. "GO AWAY LIFE" she screams. "I don't want you here anymore! I want no ripples!" The pond has a nervous breakdown. She goes on Zoloft.
But, in her passion, all of life hears her and responds to her wish. In the twinkling of a falling star, all of life went away. Finally she was at peace. Her pond has no ripples.
"Hmm," she thought. "That was pretty easy. Wish I had thought of that sooner."
On the next morning the sun did not rise. She noticed. The birds were not singing, and the everything was dark and quiet. Kinda weird, but oh well, she thought. The day progressed, and the pond had no incidents.
That night, the moon was nowhere to be found. The pond was freaking and asked....What The?
Each day to follow was dark and very very still. No birds, no hikers, no scouts, no ripples, no sun, no moon, no life. In fact, without the rain, her water was less and less each day. She would soon become a puddle and this displeased her.
Then the pond had what ponds call an *AHA moment*.
The pond understood that there would be moments of stillness, days of ripples, and days of heavy wind and rain. That's Life. Life happens. It is unplanned. The pond relaxed her shoulders.
The pond is now at peace often enough. She kept the zoloft for now, but swore off coffee.
The scouts now come on most Saturdays and fish out the chewing gum minnows that were laughing at her and it's a win win for everyone.
The end.
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