I love rocks. I love stones. Always have. Always will. As a kid, we had a big wooded hill next to and behind our house with so many different size rocks to play on. Each one would take me on another adventure from riding a horse to riding a whale. Where ever my imagination dare to go. Those of you that know me, know I have never lacked imagination. I would play with them for hours alone, but never feel alone.
I remember taking all of my books out of my bookcase and putting them in a pile on the floor so as to have a "proper" place for my top possessions.
Rocks make me feel many things:
Happy.
Relaxed.
Calm.
Loved.
Grounded.
Powerful.
Ever hopeful.
Unconditional.
Comforted
Strong.
Peaceful.
Spiritual.
Settled.
Accepted.
Safe.
On and on, all positive.
I have a very special stone. One stone that I hold closer and encompasses all of these things. My very own touch stone. I just wish I could express this and show it more openly.
You, Lee, are my touch stone. Without you close, I sleep with the lights on.
I love you. Moah.
