when i was little
my neighbor
went with his family
to visit
the painted desert
far away
in
the exotic land of
arizona
i was so excited for him
and a little bit jealous
and
i ran to his car
when i saw them
return home
as they
pulled in the driveway
he jumped out
yelling
‘i have the best souvenir in the world!!!’
it was
beyond my expectations
a miniature version
of this stunning desert
all under glass
in one place
i had
never seen
anything like it
there must have been
at least
a bijillion
or more
grains of sand
of all colors
and i was in awe
of its beauty
it felt like
i had gone there too
kind of
and then
we had an idea
it was brilliant
‘let’s shake it up all together and see how pretty it is
and then we can sort it out again,
into all of the layers and colors.’
the first part of that idea worked
the second part
the part where we sorted it all back out
didn’t go quite as well
and we looked at it
and each other
wondering
what happened
amazed
how the sand
could shift
so quickly
never to be
the same again.
—
experience is simply the name we give our mistakes. – oscar wilde
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image credits: googleimages, nationalparkservice
Wonderful! I really loved how you captured so many ideas here in a memory–including the excitement you felt as a child, the experimenting, and the loss.
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thank you )
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Yes, I agree. Your excitement shows front an center, but kids will be kids. Curiosity is a wonderful thing, isn’t it? 😀 😀 Too bad the sand didn’t know it was supposed to go back to the way it was. It certainly was happy to get mixed up. 😛
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Exactly, tess )
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Awwwwwww, I got so excited…..and even though I knew what was coming, I was still excited about the shaking it up part!
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There’s a deeper life lesson in there somewhere Beth! ❤
Diana xo
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Reblogged this on A Really Full Life and commented:
Here’s a Humpty Dumpty lesson from KSBETH.
Have you had a lesson like this of your own?
Loved the quote from Oscar Wilde!
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Great story! I had to RB this. Thanks and have a great weekend.
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Thanks so much for the rb, Kelly and you too )
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I love your story and how you told it from your inner child’s perspective.
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Thanks, Russ )
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I love this and feel very lucky to live in the exotic land of Arizona – the shifting of sand and the brilliance of colors all those grains can make. A great childhood story!
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Thanks, and you are lucky )
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I bet you were very quick learners from that day on, Beth.
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it was, and always has been, trial and error for me, mark )
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Yes, me as well, my friend. ❤
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Wow what a great analogy for life, and what a great gift in the eyes of a young child.
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thanks, tric )
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love this!
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Awesome Beth – the Painted Desert (the first time i saw it was so surreal) and the lesson of the shifting sands. I too have learned by my mistakes. Or as Edison said when questioned by an interviewer about the 1,000 failures he burnt before discovering the light bulb, his response was: ” I didn’t fail 1000 times, I found a 1000 ways it didn’t work.” Ha!
When i was the regional Director of Safety for a gas tanker company i had one driver – Rej (short for Rejean) – who was amazing, He was laid back, never hurried, could get more accomplished in one day than any other driver, never made mistakes and an awesome attitude. One day he accomplished another amazing feat and i asked him with awe how he managed to work so efficiently. His response was classic Rej: “Oh, it’s easy. First you do it all the ways that it doesn’t work, then what is left is the best way.”
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what a great attitude he had )
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Love the last sentence: “…amazed how the sand could shift so quickly never to be the same again ” a parable to life 🙂
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yes – and thank you, eva )
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To be allowed to learn from experience. That is a gift our parents can give us.
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yes –
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Thankyou for taking me back to my youth Beth… lovely to remember… and be reminded of our choice, so important to us especially right now. How so wise George Elliot was… (and IAM proud to have her as part of my ancestral family… great great great… maybe more aunt… Barbara x
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You are very welcome, and how wonderful that she is related to you )
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So, so, good!
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Thanks )
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A wonderful analogy of life!
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Thank you )
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Love this!
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thanks, jim )
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Oh heavens! So beautiful and sweet
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thanks, roy )
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Very fun the way you write. I loveit!
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Thank you, Jessica )
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How sad!! I hope it didn’t cost his parents much!
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it was sad, and we didn’t even think about the money, we were so surprised. i hope it didn’t cost a lot too )
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LOL! I, too, had a neighbor when I was a kid, and that neighbor was an old woman who had a jar of the Painted Desert on her shelves, and I always wanted to play with it but she never let me. I guess with age comes wisdom and she knew what would happen. 😉
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i have a strong feeling she did )
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