Picture: Mysterious moving rock on the Racetrack Playa at sunset, Death Valley National Park, California
“Left Turn, Clyde.” It’s probably the only line I remember from the Clint Eastwood movie, Every Which Way But Loose. Looking at this image, I have to ask, “Do you ever feel like this rock?” I don’t mean dense or thick-headed (guys), but rather feeling like you need to, or are being pushed to change direction. Perhaps it’s a long thought or debated decision, or maybe it’s just a sudden urge that you find impossible to ignore.
One thing that has always stayed with me since I was a teenager was the memory of one of my best friends car, a little old black VW Bug. I remember whenever I was a passenger in the front seat, looking at a message he put on his glove box, using those stick-on individual block letters stickers you find at the hardware store.
“I feel a force, pushing me from behind, that won’t look me in the eye.”
I know there have been lots of times when I’ve felt that force myself, including recently. But looking at this rock, and the path that it has taken, it just leaves me to ponder the questions:
How long had it been traveling on that path?
What made it change direction all of the sudden?
Will something happen to it on this new path that wouldn’t have happened if it stayed on the old path?
Where would it have ended up before, and where’s it going now?
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