I love rocks.  I am not quite sure why, but I have loved them for as long as I can remember.  Our home is full of rocks.   We have more rocks sitting around our house than Fred Flintstone moved at Mr. Slate’s Stone Quarry.

Honestly.

At any rate, I had a story to share with you about my last day of vacation at the Cayman Islands.  But it will never really translate here.  The long and short of the story is this.

Whenever I am out on a walk, or out in nature, I always ask to find the perfect rock.  I just put it “out” there.  I am not sure….. really…..  who I am asking.  The Rock Gods, the Creator of the Universe, or even perhaps “The Rock Biter” from “The Never Ending Story.”   But nonetheless, I ask.

So that last (early, early) morning on the beach, I was really needing to work through some “things” going on in my heart… especially about feeling anxiety and  anger around certain situations in my life.   I asked for my rock…. or since I was on a beach… I added that a shell would be fine too.

A few minutes later I found the most beautifully shaped, whole, perfect, and pristine Conch Shell.  It was marvelous in color, and luster.  I picked it up… and I just felt like it still MIGHT be alive.  So I took off my workout pants, down to my skivvies, and waded out into the ocean… and gave the shell back.  I said “Thank You” to those shell gods… and went on my way.

About 10 more yards down the beach, I found a rock that looked exactly like Edvard Munch’s “The Scream”  It was dark in color, and had the same expression, most exactly.  Initially, I thought THIS was the rock.  But then I realized that was the thing I was trying to get rid of… the angst.  So I put it in the ocean.

Then, within a couple of minutes, I found the third rock.  This one looked just like they hand signal for OK.  And my heart was overwhelmed… with the feeling that things were going to be just fine.  That I would be able to begin working through this.  It was  A-OK.

My day flipped a switch right there.  And as I continue to process and grow through this, I am grateful for these three messages about giving back beauty, giving away the turmoil, and holding on to those things that were A-OK in my life.

And it is at moments like this… that I have to believe in the Great Big Other.  I have to believe that there are forces at work, that we will never understand, or know.  I just keep asking for that energy to keep coming back to me… and I will give it back in return.   Or in forward.   And, that Rocks.