Fair Sister,What a beautiful blog entry. I love how you write. From a person who continually tries to fathom a faith that sometimes appears like a perfectly brilliant, yet odd fairy-tale, this exert from Lewis was very applicable : ). Thank you. If I were a tiny speck of sand I would want to land on the pedal of a gardenia. This flower has one of the most extraordinary scents.

I love this idea of imagining oneself as small as a grain of sand. I think I would like to not necessarily be carried around on a person or thing but to be carried on the wind over the whole world. I've always wanted to hang out in the clouds and see everything from up there, so being myself on a much smaller scale, this seems more likely. That way I wouldn't just crash through the clouds maybe. I would like to be carried over all 7 continents, but also have the ability to swoop down and hang out for a while at places of interest. So, I guess in this way it would involve being on people and things, but again, my main mode of transport would simply be the wind and clouds.

Oh Joy! I love reading your responses! I gleefully await more newcomers into this salt-sized adventure!

i enjoyed the scenes in the "honey i shrunk the kids" where the yard looked like a forest. i'd like to be there and see the grass and HUGE.heidi, great that you've joined the blog world. welcome

Heidi,This is great! Where did you get the name??Rachel

If I were a speck of sand...hmm...Well, my first thought is that I'd just love to be part of a beach, basking in the sun, smelling the sea... but so many of those end up in very inconvenient places beneath a bathing suit (squirm)... hahaSo maybe I'd just float in the frothy tide, riding the waves, basking in the sunlight or moonlight, and thinking about how much better life is now that I've been freed from being part of a big, solid rock so that I can travel the ocean. Next stop: Atlantis.

Oh how wonderful Carrie! You are as refreshing as a summer breeze! Rach, the title came from a poem I wrote. In the poem, I personified Night, imagining him as a man cloaked in a dewy robe. He’s like a mean magician that taffies shadows into spooky things, pulls dreams out of people to tempt them, or pulls them out to shake them into fragmented images (for kicks), and of course he also stirs the sea with the moon. You know? The moon kinda looks like a spoon (the round part of a spoon turned sideways looks like a quarter moon and the round part of a spoon facing forward looks like a full moon). But, the poem's image of the moon stirring the sea...actually came from a science class I took. The pull of the moon controls the tides. I bet your going to Google this! Please do! When are you visiting me...you know how I like to plan things months early!

Heidi, when I was young I used to wonder whether tiny things like ants and such saw us humans as godlike. Extrapolating this a bit further, I sometimes pictured the electrons and such in an atom as a little solar systems. Kind of trippy thinking for a kid, but I didn't really try to think about these things. It just happened. Later, when watching the first Men in Black movie, the ending really threw me for a loop. In the movie there is an entire galaxy as a jewel on a cat's collar and then at the end of the movie the camera pans back from earth, back from the solar system, back from the galaxy, until you see that our galaxy is a marble that some giant extraterrestrial is playing with, which he/she then picks up and puts in a bag of similar galaxy/marbles. It was a bit eery the first time I saw it.So, about your question about what if i was small here on earth, I think I would like to float in a glass of Blue Moon with a sunset filtering through it. I am on a bit of a Blue Moon obsession just now.Oh, the movie "Fantastic Voyage" about people in a ship inside someone's body was cool too.

Neil! This is a wonderful answer! The movie "Fantastic Voyage" was cool...in an 80's Michael J. Fox kind of way...However, I did biology in college for two years and I am well aware of the amazing defense system our bodies have...huge phagocytes eating me like a Pac-man pebble! No thank you! Now, the Blue Moon with the sunset shining through...that's great...I almost became a bartender once and had to learn how to make a Tequila Sunrises...that may be nice as well...the sweet red vermouth rises to the top of the Orange colored drink as you serve it...how lovely!

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alas, dear heidi, i could not come up with the rhyme and meter for my response to give you the verse i intended. i'll still give you my answer though. were i so tiny and small, it would be tempting to catch a flower petal and float on the breeze over the land and seas. there'd be just so much to see-- and yet, no matter what might be out there, we know there is nothing new under the sun, and that all we are to know and learn that is worthwhile is of God, and these are things best learned while with the ones we love. it is difficult enough to be known and to know others even big as we are, loneliness the inevitable feared consequence. i would therefore choose to remain near the one i love-- to be ever close to his heartbeat, to traverse the creases of his hand, perhaps to swim in his eyes, those pools of his tender gaze; to plant kisses upon each freckle of his cheek, to ride along in his pocket, to whisper in his ear that he may always know that he is loved...

... but first, i suppose, i'd like to meet him.

OH TWIN SISTER...IF I WERE A GRAIN OF SAND I WOULD NOT BE JUST A GRAIN...SINCE WE ARE TWINS AND YOU ARE FOREVER CONNECTED WITH ME AND I WITH YOU I WOULD BE A HANDFUL OF SAND........I WOULD HAVE TO SAY THAT YOU WOULD BE MY TRAVEL COMPANION AND WE WOULD FLOAT ACROSS SAND LAKE.....THROUGH THE SHALLOWS WHERE WE CAUGHT OUR FIRST CLAMS....PAST THE HOUSES WE CALLED FRIENDS...INTO THE DOCK OF THE MAN WHO ALWAYS HAD THE CANNON ON THE FOURTH OF JULY...NEAR THE RAINBOW FISH THAT WERE RAISED BY THE EDGE OF THE LAKE...AROUND THE BEND TO THE BOYSCOUT CAMP THAT ON A GOOD DAY WE COULD SWIM TO FROM OUR HOUSE WITHOUT EVEN BREATHING HARD....INTO THE SHORES OF HICKORY ROAD WHERE WAITING FOR US WOULD BE A PURPOSE...WE WOULD COMPLETE THE MOST AMAZING THING...WE WOULD BECOME PART OF A SANDCASTLE...MADE WITH A HANDFUL OF SAND AND JUST A BIT OF WATER...CREATED BY MICHAEL. REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES(:

Thanks Heidi this is an entry from a sis who knows how to dream big for her God.well if I was a speackle of Sand I would want to have my team of sands to be taken by the wind come on a boring flowrr leaf and change its bordem by sticking on it so that it would be beautiful and attractive. If there is a yellow one color flower if a team of small sands stick on it I believe it would become beautiful. Don't you think so? Team ministry, when it is done beautifully can achive a lot.Thanks Heidi

oh! heidi! you should totally make one of these with your chihuly picture!

Aimee, even though your response was not in verse, I loved it! Your right about the beauty of being with those you love, and the most valuable times being those with God. Now, about kissing each freckle…and I quote you here “BAH”! Too daunting a mission for me! Heather, you’re precious! Thanks for taking me with you! Reading your response made me really want to swim across Sand Lake to the Boy Scout camp to see if I still had it in me! Hey, about the sandcastles…Michael would tell me these long drawn-out crazy stories as he was building. The stories were blatant lies…BUT I believed them all! I wouldn’t change those times for the world! We should teach Brynnie how to clam dig! Important skill to have! I can’t wait to see You in August!