A dear friend of mine, Lauralee Alben, was the first to point out heart stones to me. She has captured photos of dozens and many more dot the table in the entrance way of her home. What heart stones mean to each person may be unique—a rock, a ripple, a skipping stone—but for me they represent presence.
Often (if not always) we are busy, scattered, head either rehearsing future moments or rehashing those in the past. It takes a keen amount of awareness to stop and notice a heart rock. Your head must be clear, open minded and truly in the now to see what is right in front of you. This holds true whether you speak literally or figuratively.
For the past year (and probably longer) I have been distanced from the now, save the precious moments I spent on my bicycle. Today, I am reconnecting with here, now and truth. As I walked along Seacliff Beach, admiring the fall clouds that have blustered in recently, I was suddenly stopped in my path and driven to this spot—a very high tide carried a pile of rocks upshore, all in one single destination. Not one other large rock dotted the beach. I approached the cluster in admiration, only to find not just a heart rock, but a heart of rocks. I was in awe. I was alive. And I was truly present. I joyfully share them with you.