“What are men to rocks and mountains?”~Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
(If you’re new to my blog, or don’t follow regularly, this all makes more sense if you know that my best friend passed away at the beginning of January.)
Have you ever felt like you stumbled on to a treasure hunt? I have, just recently in fact. I’ve been finding these gems around my yard this past month.
And by gems I mean rocks.
Not just any rocks though.
These rocks ROCK!
These rocks speak to me.
Okay, I admit, that wasn’t very descriptive. So I’ve included photos.
Someone, with an artistic flair and a bunch of love, painted words on rocks and tucked them in little hidden spots around my yard and garden. I’ve found one in every flower bed, another under the bird bath, another on my porch swing and yet another tucked in a ceramic pot filled with flowers.
Each one appeared on a day that I needed that message or idea.
Each seemed infused with care and compassion.
I’d call that magical, or serendipitous, or simply really nifty.
I’m not sure if I’ve stumbled on them all yet, either. So I find myself noticing things more as I pull some weeds, tuck in some seeds, water plants, or clear some frost damaged leaves. Whether I find more or not doesn’t matter, for what I find as I pay better attention to yard tasks is a kind of mindfulness that I need right now.
Rushing through tasks isn’t in my nature lately.
I’m trying to give all I can to the moment I’m in. Less multitasking and more one thing at a time. Enjoying now.
It’s a new idea for me.
From words that directly let me know something, to words with layers of meaning. From the simple to the profound. Anyway you read them they speak of love.
The combined rock messages have helped me see things in a new light and reminded me of things I needed reminding of.
So, THANK YOU, rock painting person. Your kindness is noted, appreciated, cherished and smiled at often. YOU ROCK!!