~ something about rocks signifying abundance in our life (and if the amount of rocks I found on the weekend are anything to go by, then my life is surely abundant! ~ except I couldn't carry all those that I found!!)...
taking full advantage of my time beside the sea over the weekend.. I grabbed dutch husbands hand and we walked along the beach to the rocks.. splashing through the waves like two children and laughing ourselves silly when the waves washed up to our waists as we waded to the rock pools.... we both kept saying how the sea was good for our souls.. me collecting coloured glass and sea shells to make a wreath for the Gypsy Caravan... and dutch husband just enjoying the time spent wandering along the shell graveyard..(we call it that, because truly, there are millions of shells.. like a graveyard for deceased sea animals, who once called the shells their home)... and as I gathered, I thought of my friend Sr.K ~ across the ocean and how she gathers flotsam and jetsam for her Seahorse clay figures..and how she loves to find Hearts along the shore...and how she had a friend called Cindy who is now on the other side.. and I thought to myself.. how wonderful it would be if I could find a heart shaped stone to send to Sr.K...
I clapped my hands with delight, said thankyou to Cindy as I picked it up... putting it carefully into my hat which had now become a carry bag for shells, rocks and sea glass... on I went gathering shells and bits of driftwood and just loving walking through the cold water.. and as I gathered, I started to think about maybe the heart was a co-incidence, started to doubt and question.. and I said in my head to Cindy 'ok, just to let me know that the rock was not just a fluke, how about another?' ~ feeling a little greedy and guilty for not trusting
I said a huge thankyou with my head bowed and was in total awe at that moment of my connection to the spirit world. At that moment, I felt totally at one with Mother Earth, the Ocean, the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks, the water lapping over my feet. all as one.
so on I went gathering and found a funny little spot with a spiral type pattern on the rock and knew that i had to stand there.. immediately I felt grounded. It was like a power spot for me and I got a kind of voice message/feeling that my life was on the right track, that what I was doing with my day to day life was exactly what I am supposed to be doing.. and that Spirit was always giving me messages and signs and guidance... I just had to be aware of it and have faith. believe. trust.
Honestly, sometimes when things like this happen.. makes me wonder where I have been or rather where my head has been, all this time.
I have been looking for the stick for ages.. we need a stick to make ourselves a story totem.. and you know how it is, once you need to find something, every stick or twig becomes 'is that it?'.. i have constantly been told during meditation that the stick will find me.. and lo and behold it did. I had completely forgotten about it and while walking on the rocks, a stick just made itself know to me, not sure how, but there it was.. perfectly twisted and turning for a life journey stick!!