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I don’t know if I can do this alone
Oh after all our sweet love is flown
I’ve been a running
I’ve been skipping like a stone
And I don’t know if I
I can do this all alone.
Amos Lee (Skipping Stone)
I have finally mastered the art of skipping stones. I used to think that the secret lay in the selection of the perfect flat stone (and perhaps the speed the stone is thrown), but I have come to discover that it is the angle of release that matters – the optimal angle that keeps the stone rotating in and out of the water several times before finally sinking below the surface.
It turns out, as well, that the stones do not have to be perfectly flat to be considered good skippers. Combing the beaches and shorelines for the best-shaped stones all these years has been for naught.
It is interesting that a tiny adjustment in technique was all that was required to achieve skipping success, and I wondered if I might apply the same principle to other, more important, areas of my life. It may make all the difference.
nice blog, love this photo. thank you for liking one of mine. i love the quote on your top right column, so great to read something inspirational.
Thanks ever so much for your comments! I really appreciate them. Warmly, Joan
I love the thoughts on stone-skipping! Brings back great memories of camping with the family when I was younger.
Thank you so much for your comment and reminding me about family camping. Warmly, Joan