Meredith and The Pyramid

Meredith and the Pyramid in the Meadow

Chase was walking through the forest when he came to a clearing, and there was Meredith, moving heavy blocks beneath the sun.

“Hey, Mere!” Chase shouted, waving his hand high in the air.

Meredith looked up, wiped her forehead, turned toward the sound, and smiled.

“Chase! There you are! Over here, over here!” she called, lifting her hand toward the sky before bending down to pick up another block.

Chase stepped into the clearing, squinting at the shape beginning to rise from the earth.

“Hey, Mere… what are you doing?”

“I’m building a pyramid.”

“A pyramid?” he asked, confused, watching her set another stone in place. “What’s a pyramid?”

“Well,” Meredith said, catching her breath, “I had an idea. Not just any idea, but the kind of idea that makes you go to work.” With a little grunt, she pushed another block into place.

“Work?”

“Yeah,” she said. “The kind that gets you outside to build something.”

Chase looked at her curiously. “Where did the idea come from, Mere?”

Meredith looked at him and nodded toward the block. “A little help?”

“Sure.”

Chase stepped forward and helped her with the next stone.

“I dunno,” Meredith said as they lifted together. “I was dreaming, and this picture came to me, and it looked great. It was a shape that pointed at the stars. And in my dream I said, I like big things pointing to little things that I know are big things. So I remembered it when I woke up.”

She stood and stretched her back.

“And then I looked up what the shape was. It’s geometry.”

“Geometry?”

“Yes,” Meredith said. “It has a square bottom and a triangle top.”

Chase laughed. “That’s funny.”

“I know,” she said, laughing too. “But after seeing it, it’s kind of like…” She paused, took a drink of water, and looked out across the meadow. “You see the world as this open space, and then there’s a geometry right in the center of it, and somehow you just go—that makes sense. And I said, that makes sense.That was my dream really there was this space and a shape in the middle of it and that makes sense so I remember it”

She held out the drink. “You want some water?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Chase took a sip and blinked. “That’s fruit punch.”

Meredith smiled. “I know. I fooled you.”

Then she looked up toward the sky.

“So I look at those stars, and I say, this geometric shape will point to those stars all the time. Just all the time, Chase. All the time. I just know that.”

Chase followed her gaze.

“I think when people see this,” Meredith continued, moving another block with a little effort, “they’ll say, look at how this big thing points to something small in the sky—which I know is big. And that will mean something to people. They’ll have this in their dreams and stuff. ”

“So you’re saying,” Chase said, lifting the next block into place, “when it’s done, people will see it and dream?”

“Yes,” Meredith said. “Of something big pointing to something small that I know is big. And it does it all the time.”

Chase moved the next block into place on his own.

“Why would anybody want to do this, Mere?”

Meredith shrugged.

“You see, I don’t really think about that. All I know is, if you show people you’re doing it—and it’s not impossible—people will come to help you.”

Chase smiled.

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess you’re right.”

He paused and looked more closely at the uneven blocks.

“Hold on a second, Mere. I’ve got some tools that could help us with our pyramid.”

“That’s great, Chase. Why don’t you go get them? I’ll be here. You better hurry up though—I’m almost done.”

Chase laughed. “No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“Okay, Mere. I’ll be right back.”

And Chase ran off through the trees to get some tools to help build their pyramid.

An hour later, Chase returned, and he had a friend with him.

“Hey, Mere!”

“Hey, Chase. Who’s this?”

Chase turned to his friend with a grin.

“What did I tell you? Crazy, right?”

Meredith straightened up and smiled. “Hi, I’m Meredith.”

“I’m Peter,” the boy said.

“I’m building a pyramid with Chase,” Meredith told him.

“I see,” Peter said, looking it over. “Huh. Cool.”

“Yeah!” Chase chimed in. “Mere, I went back to get the tools, and Peter was hanging around, seeing what I was up to. So I said I’m building a pyramid, and he said, Can I see it? I said yes. And here we are.”

Meredith smiled and nodded.

“Not impossible, right?”

“Right,” Chase said.

Peter looked at the blocks, then reached into his backpack.

Meredith jumped with excitement. “AHHH!”

Peter laughed. “I have paints.”

He pulled out bottles of red, blue,yellow, purple and green

Chase and Meredith both stared.

“Can you get more?” Meredith asked.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I can get more. I’ll be right back.”

And off he went, skipping away through the meadow.

Chase and Meredith looked down at the paints.

“Wow,” Chase said.

“Wow,” Meredith echoed.

“Let’s paint.”

“No,” Meredith said. “Let’s wait for Peter to come back and see what he brings.”

“Okay. Back to the blocks.”

So they went back to work.

Another hour passed.

“Hey, Mere!”

“Hey, Peter!”

“I told you—it’s a pyramid.”

“WOW,” Peter said.

Then he stepped aside.

“Hey, Mere, Chase—this is Shelly and Lucy.”

Peter shrugged. “I was getting more paint, and they had some too. They asked me what it was for, and I said we’re building a pyramid in the meadow. So they wanted to see it.”

“Wow,” Meredith said. “Hi, Shelly. Hi, Lucy.”

Lucy was carrying a teddy bear. She looked up at the pyramid, then down at her bear, and her face fell a little. She was smaller than the rest of the gang.

“What is it, Lucy?” Meredith asked softly.

Lucy held up the teddy bear. “Well… Teddy wants a door. He’d like to go inside.”

“Inside?”

Meredith looked at the pyramid. Then at Chase. Chase looked at Peter. Peter looked back at Chase who shrugged.

“Why?” Meredith asked.

Lucy hugged the teddy bear. “Because I’d like to paint inside the pyramid.”

Meredith looked at Chase. Chase looked at Peter. Peter looked at Chase again.

Then Chase said, “Yeah. I think we can do that. We need a door.”

Meredith nodded. “Yes. I would like to go inside too.”

The sun was high overhead now.

“Hot,” Meredith said.

“Hot,” Chase agreed.

Peter laughed. “Hot.”

Meredith looks around and says “Time for hugs.”

“Hugs?” Chase and Peter look confused.

“Yes! when building something together you must make time for hugs.’

So they all hugged. Underneath the pyramid. “Almost done.”

They drank more fruit punch while Peter laid out the paints and Chase used his tools to make sure everything was straight.

And would you believe it—a day later there was a little ruckus.

More children had arrived. Word had gotten around about the great pyramid sitting in the middle of the meadow, and now all of them had discovered it. Becuase they all knew of that meadow through the woods.

They played around it. One child sat in the grass drawing it in a coloring book. Others gathered nearby, asking over and over:

“When will the pyramid be done?”

And Meredith, setting another block in place with a small grunt, would say:

“Almost done.”

By the next day, some of the grown-ups had heard about it too. As parents do, they began wondering where all these children kept going to be in the sun.

One of the older grown-ups came and stood in the midday light, telling stories while the children sat in the grass and listened. One of his stories was this:

“Follow your dreams. Let them rise to the sun. For there they are little Chase, Mere-Bear, and Peter, building a pyramid with all the colors they could find.”

The days passed, and the pyramid was built.

Then someone came along and built a playground nearby because the children always stopped by. Everyone for some reason wanted to see this pyramid in the mid day sun. The grass was mowed. A slide was placed. And Meredith’s pyramid remained in the meadow—something big pointing to something small that she knew was something big.

Maybe someday we’ll understand exactly what she meant.

But until then, the pyramid still stands in the meadow.

And to my telepaths, young and old, this is a story of telepathy:

How someone sees a vision.

How an idea arrives that something needs to be built to point at something small that is known to be big.

And suddenly, everywhere you look, people want to see it too.

Look into this, be courageous.

Telepathy is always be the observation of the movement of thought and idea. Be the best at that and see who comes!

Chase McQuade