My favorite rocks used to rest on my earlobes, fingers and around my neck. As I stepped into my spirituality, everything in my life shifted including my mindset…… most importantly my mindset.
It was a 4th of July hike. I frequently hike with my father on the 4th but this time was special because he was hiking with us. Hiking has always been something that fuels my fire for life. Really anything that immerses me in nature makes me feel alive. This day was no different.
On the way up, we spotted a rock that called to me. On the way back down, he picked it up. He and my father took turns carrying the rock down the mountain.
It remains one of my favorite rocks and rests in the garden at the entryway of my home. My love for rocks that rest on my earlobes, fingers and around my neck has almost vanished and my love for rock that rests in my gardens, under my bed, holding my doors open, and in almost every corner of every room has intensified.
One of these men is no longer in my life and one will never leave me. My father is much like this rock, he is solid, he is pure, he is intense, and he holds space for me when I need him to. Happy Father’s Day!