Today, I was searching the world... wide web, that is... for something that might inspire me... and I came across this pearl poem. It's always intrigued me how pearls are formed, and I feel like my story, especially with my music, is described perfectly here. Which makes me like my name even more (And I can remember a time I HATED my name... As a child, I'd complain to my mom: "Why couldn't my name be Kelly?" Hahaha... but now that has all changed).
So, finding this poem made me think... Something that didn't belong, like this one little grain of sand, in the end, will become the perfect gem. It takes time... but it's cultivated, and covered and when it's the perfect time, it's ready... ready to be worn, and ready to be shown to the world :)
The Pearl
The oyster shell from the deep blue sea, held safe and protected
within the endless, vast expanse of water. Ancient waters. Tranquil and
silent, yet teeming with life, death, growth, mysteries and depths we
can never fully comprehend.
The oyster shell from the deep blue sea holds safe and protects, deep within itself, a pearl. A pearl created out of pain and irritation. A Pearl. Created as a form of protection for the soft delicate soul of the oyster. A Pearl. Created from a grain of sand or parasite, foreign to the oyster. It is not supposed to be there, but still it is, and this is how the oyster responds : As if by some miraculous master plan, the quiet oyster takes the foreigner, the painful experience if you will, and over time patiently transforms it into something of beauty and worth. Something to be valued and cherished. It doesn’t try to cast it out. It holds it within itself and gradually, over a period of years, adds layer after layer of pearly nacre, also called mother-of-pearl, until the foreign body is completely enclosed in the shell-like substance. It’s interesting to note that this substance is created from the same cells that make up the inside of the oysters own shell. The oyster has everything it needs to protect and heal itself within its own body. I like that.
It has long been known that a pearl is never more beautiful than when the time is right and it is removed from its protective hiding place and worn next to the human skin. They are truly a living thing and as some of the folklore surrounding pearl attests, react to the world around them and the person wearing them as such. There are stories telling of pearls actually losing their luster and becoming dull on the hand of their dying owner or being damaged by perspiration, hair spray or chemical changes within the body of the person wearing them.
So, from a lowly, misplaced piece of sand or parasite comes a gem. And not just any gem mind you. Most gems are mined from deep within the earth and are quite hard and reflective, generally needing to be shaped or polished to bring out their true beauty. But pearls are formed in water within the body of a living, breathing creature and only need be brought to light for their true beauty to be seen. They are rather soft as gems go and not only do they reflect light, they actually absorb light. Amazing.
I think I would not mind being more like the oyster.
So with the elemental form of fire to help light the way, I offer this prayer upon the four winds:
From my deep blue sea to my soft underbelly and
out into the world,I offer my pearls, whatever
they may be. May I have the courage to take
my pain and those things foreign within me
and over time wear them, transformed, as a
thing of beauty. Amen.
The oyster shell from the deep blue sea holds safe and protects, deep within itself, a pearl. A pearl created out of pain and irritation. A Pearl. Created as a form of protection for the soft delicate soul of the oyster. A Pearl. Created from a grain of sand or parasite, foreign to the oyster. It is not supposed to be there, but still it is, and this is how the oyster responds : As if by some miraculous master plan, the quiet oyster takes the foreigner, the painful experience if you will, and over time patiently transforms it into something of beauty and worth. Something to be valued and cherished. It doesn’t try to cast it out. It holds it within itself and gradually, over a period of years, adds layer after layer of pearly nacre, also called mother-of-pearl, until the foreign body is completely enclosed in the shell-like substance. It’s interesting to note that this substance is created from the same cells that make up the inside of the oysters own shell. The oyster has everything it needs to protect and heal itself within its own body. I like that.
It has long been known that a pearl is never more beautiful than when the time is right and it is removed from its protective hiding place and worn next to the human skin. They are truly a living thing and as some of the folklore surrounding pearl attests, react to the world around them and the person wearing them as such. There are stories telling of pearls actually losing their luster and becoming dull on the hand of their dying owner or being damaged by perspiration, hair spray or chemical changes within the body of the person wearing them.
So, from a lowly, misplaced piece of sand or parasite comes a gem. And not just any gem mind you. Most gems are mined from deep within the earth and are quite hard and reflective, generally needing to be shaped or polished to bring out their true beauty. But pearls are formed in water within the body of a living, breathing creature and only need be brought to light for their true beauty to be seen. They are rather soft as gems go and not only do they reflect light, they actually absorb light. Amazing.
I think I would not mind being more like the oyster.
So with the elemental form of fire to help light the way, I offer this prayer upon the four winds:
From my deep blue sea to my soft underbelly and
out into the world,I offer my pearls, whatever
they may be. May I have the courage to take
my pain and those things foreign within me
and over time wear them, transformed, as a
thing of beauty. Amen.
Source: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/wordgirl/the_pearl
