On the enduring joy of throwing rocks
I love throwing rocks.
There is something inherently satisfying about throwing things.
Though skipping stones is grand, I love throwing at targets best of all.
As a child I was an expert on the things that would float and what rocks could do to them.
Glass beer bottles were incredible targets.A beer bottle would float for while before getting swamped. Close calls would speed up this process, shooting waves of water into the open mouth of the bottle.
Direct hits though? One would think that they would provide instant satisfaction? In reality, they would frequently clank off the mouth of the bottle. It took a good sized stone and a direct hit across the bulk of the bottle body to sink a brown beer bottle.
And the sound sadly wasn’t satisfying. Muffled by the water, the bottle didn’t shatter shrilly. Instead? They made a gurgling curthunk before taking home on the bottom awaiting summer feet.
Foam blocks were fun. They were usually destroyed one chunk at a time. Solid pieces of wood usually lasted longer. A semi rotten pieces of wood were ideal. They would explode spectacularly on impact, sending wood debris flying into the air and the water around it, while at the same time, they were sturdy enough to withstand an afternoon of hits.
Without water or a lake, we’d frequently set up a smaller rock on top of a big rock and us that as a target. We’d throw more rocks at the small rock on top of the big rock in an attempt to knock it off. It was great fun.
Have you ever found joy in throwing rocks?
You likely have. We humans have been hunting with rocks for thousands of years.
Pretty cool eh?
I think the best part of throwing rocks relates to having a clear target. I set a target to write everyday. Instead of being a burden, creative energy has been glowing within me at a level I never knew possible.
Set some targets. Start throwing.
You are much more powerful than you now imagine.
The more of us who launch our creative stones?
The better chance that we hit a target.
So what are you waiting for?
The stones are everywhere.
I’m devoting 2023 to finding and registering the Remarkable Fools of the world. For Remarkable Fools, what was once an embarrassing or awkward, is now a thrilling leap to a life more fulfilling. How will we find the fools? A series of pop up live talk shows where the audience are also the guests. Highly interactive and playful, you’ll laugh till you cry or cry till you laugh.
I know. Glass in water. Near you swim? Bad idea. I get it. And? You know what? I was twelve. I’m grateful I had the opportunity to sabotage my summer feet with early spring antics. Did you ever cut your feet due to a bottle smashed at the beach? The are times when life does suck. That was one of your times. So happy to have been part of the forces working to help establish your resilience at a young age. I hope that whoever took care of the cuts was caring and soothing. You’re welcome.