blue pebble - Symbolism

The Colour Blue Symbolism

Blue and Relaxation

Blue symbolism emphasizes the cooling and relaxing qualities of blue, reminding us of the peace and calmness of night. Midnight night blue has a sedative effect that promotes meditation and intuition. Clear blue is uplifting, but too much dark blue can be depressing. Navy blue can also be associated with restrictive environments.

Blue and Nature

In color symbolism around the world, blue represents water, the source of life. Agricultural people have traditionally worshipped water in the form of rivers, clouds, mist and rain. Many favorite garden flowers are also blue, including delphinium, larkspur, pansies, irises, anemone, bluebells, hyacinth, lobelia, veronica, and ageratum.

Blue and Personality

In systems which correlate favorite colors with color symbolism, people who wear light blue are said to be analytical and have a practical approach to life. People who wear dark blue are intelligent and self-reliant and take on a great deal of responsibility. In any case, people are comfortable with blue and return to blue again and again.

Pebble Symbolism

Drop a Pebble in the Water - Author Unknown

Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's a half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea. And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.
Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you forget, But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet, And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown; You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.
Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is gone But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and in. They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the centers as they go, And there is no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow.
Drop an unkind word, or careless: In a minute you forget; But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet, And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred, And disturbed a life that was happy where you dropped that unkind word.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a splash and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave. Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget; But there's gladness still a-swelling, and there's joy a-circling yet. And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard. Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.

Pebbles and motivation

If you drop a pebble in a lake the ripples move the water, all the way to the outer edges. If pebbles continue to be dropped it will eventually raise the height of the lake, spilling over the boundaries. With more pebbles dropped the overflow gathers strength, becoming a stream and eventually a river. As a river it takes on a life of it's own, carving new landscapes and making it's own path. Eventually the river joins another body of water, adding to it's power and potential.

The Crow and the Pitcher

No rain had fallen for many weeks. All the small streams and the ponds were dried up.
An old crow had been looking for water all the morning. At last he found some in a pitcher in a garden. He flew down to it and thrust in his bill; but he could not reach the water.
He walked around to the other side and tried again; but he could not get a drink. Oh, how very thirsty he was! It seemed as if he should faint.
"I must have that water. I will have it," he said.
Again he stretched his neck into the pitcher. No, he could not reach it.
He stopped a second and seemed to be thinking; then he said, "I will break the pitcher. My bill is strong and hard." So he gave the pitcher a hard thump. It did not break. He "thumped! thumped! thumped!" first here, then there. What a strong pitcher that was! It did not even crack.
"This will not do," he said. "I must try some other plan. I am big and strong. I will tip the pitcher over."
With that he pushed against it with his breast. It did not move. It seemed as if he must give up the attempt to get the water, but he did not once think of doing that.
Near by in the path lay some pebbles. The crow picked up one in his bill and let it fall into the pitcher. He dropped one after another into it. He could see the water rising a little. Now he worked harder than ever.
Before very long the water had risen so high that he could reach it with his bill. How refreshing it was! He drank as much as he wished, then flew away.
(from Fifty Famous Fables , by Lida Brown McMurry)