The Diamond Mine


The Diamond Mine

By Nandy Ekle

I looked at the dark cave and started picking my way through. The walls were covered with black rocks, but I knew I would be happy by the time I dug through it all. The black dust swirled around all over me as I raised my tool and began digging.

I broke chunks of black rock off the wall and watched them fall to the ground. More black dust flew around the cave and I coughed. It was painful but I finally found a nice sized rock. I brushed all the dust off, then put it in my pocket and headed back to the light.

When I got to my room I rinsed it and put it on my desk. I took out my finer tools and went to work. I looked at the cracks and chips and found the right spot to tap. It didn’t take long, and pretty soon I could see the faint outline of a work of art.

As soon as I identified the shape, I placed the rock in a kiln with high pressurized heat. After a few days I took it out and went back to work. It had changed from a black rock to a harder rock. I sanded and washed and tapped, then started again. All the while I kept thinking about the sculptor who said, “I find the shape in the medium and just knock off the parts that don’t belong.

When I finish the destruction of my lump of coal, I have a beautiful sparkling diamond.

Every story starts out as a lump coal begging to be turned to a valuable diamond. It takes a lot of digging and a lot of shining, but it’s worth every inch of it.

Congratulations. You have just received a post card from the muse.


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