People get all different things, but I get heart-shaped rocks.
I’ll be going about my day at the ranch, performing my horse and dog chores, happen to look down, and there they are, winking at me and stopping me in my tracks.
It’s as if they’d been shaped and placed there just for me.
If I went looking for heart-shaped rocks, I’d find nary a one — I’ve tried it. And yet, I have a whole bagful at this point. They often show up on days I could most use a sign of good will.
They’re not heart-shaped by a wide stretch of the imagination, either, but clearly in the shape of a heart. They cause me to look up and smile, feeling like the child of a benevolent universe.
And they’ve started up again, the last few days, after I hadn’t thought about it in months.
People get hummingbirds, butterflies, pennies, the lights flickering. I get heart-shaped rocks. Maybe from old friends, maybe from my grandmothers, maybe from dearly departed animals who miss me as much as I miss them.
I don’t know, exactly.
All I can say is thank you, and keep them coming. I’ll keep my mind and heart wide open, ready to receive.
Photos by Emily Murdoch