{"id":3071,"date":"2015-02-23T23:04:10","date_gmt":"2015-02-24T04:04:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=3071"},"modified":"2015-02-23T23:51:19","modified_gmt":"2015-02-24T04:51:19","slug":"you-rock-we-rock-a-rock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=3071","title":{"rendered":"You Rock.  We Rock.  A Rock."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/lovepig.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-3074\" src=\"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/lovepig.jpg\" alt=\"lovepig\" width=\"800\" height=\"831\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/lovepig.jpg 800w, https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/lovepig-289x300.jpg 289w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I love rocks.\u00a0 I am not quite sure why, but I have loved them for as long as I can remember.\u00a0 Our home is full of rocks.\u00a0\u00a0 We have more rocks sitting around our house than Fred Flintstone moved at Mr. Slate&#8217;s Stone Quarry.<\/p>\n<p>Honestly.<\/p>\n<p>At any rate, I had a story to share with you about my last day of vacation at the Cayman Islands.\u00a0 But it will never really translate here.\u00a0 The long and short of the story is this.<\/p>\n<p>Whenever I am out on a walk, or out in nature, I always ask to find the perfect rock.\u00a0 I just put it &#8220;out&#8221; there.\u00a0 I am not sure&#8230;.. really&#8230;..\u00a0 who I am asking.\u00a0 The Rock Gods, the Creator of the Universe, or even perhaps &#8220;The Rock Biter&#8221; from &#8220;The Never Ending Story.&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0 But nonetheless, I ask.<\/p>\n<p>So that last (early, early) morning on the beach, I was really needing to work through some &#8220;things&#8221; going on in my heart&#8230; especially about feeling anxiety and\u00a0 anger around certain situations in my life.\u00a0\u00a0 I asked for my rock&#8230;. or since I was on a beach&#8230; I added that a shell would be fine too.<\/p>\n<p>A few minutes later I found the most beautifully shaped, whole, perfect, and pristine Conch Shell.\u00a0 It was marvelous in color, and luster.\u00a0 I picked it up&#8230; and I just felt like it still MIGHT be alive.\u00a0 So I took off my workout pants, down to my skivvies, and waded out into the ocean&#8230; and gave the shell back.\u00a0 I said &#8220;Thank You&#8221; to those shell gods&#8230; and went on my way.<\/p>\n<p>About 10 more yards down the beach, I found a rock that looked exactly like Edvard Munch&#8217;s &#8220;The Scream&#8221;\u00a0 It was dark in color, and had the same expression, most exactly.\u00a0 Initially, I thought THIS was the rock.\u00a0 But then I realized that was the thing I was trying to get rid of&#8230; the angst.\u00a0 So I put it in the ocean.<\/p>\n<p>Then, within a couple of minutes, I found the third rock.\u00a0 This one looked just like they hand signal for OK.\u00a0 And my heart was overwhelmed&#8230; with the feeling that things were going to be just fine.\u00a0 That I would be able to begin working through this.\u00a0 It was\u00a0 A-OK.<\/p>\n<p>My day flipped a switch right there.\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n<p>And it is at moments like this&#8230; that I have to believe in the Great Big Other.\u00a0 I have to believe that there are forces at work, that we will never understand, or know.\u00a0 I just keep asking for that energy to keep coming back to me&#8230; and I will give it back in return.\u00a0\u00a0 Or in forward.\u00a0\u00a0 And, that Rocks.<\/p>\n<div class=\"copy-paste-block\"><em><strong><span class=\"bqQuoteLink\">The mind is everything. What you think you become.\u00a0 &#8212;\u00a0 <\/span>Buddha<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love rocks.\u00a0 I am not quite sure why, but I have loved them for as long as I can remember.\u00a0 Our home is full of rocks.\u00a0\u00a0 We have more rocks sitting around our house than Fred Flintstone moved at Mr. Slate&#8217;s Stone Quarry. Honestly. 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