When my son was quite young, he proudly gifted me a heart-shaped rock. I imagine his tiny hand snatched it up like a precious jewel and stuffed it in his pocket with other boyhood treasures~ a feather, a wildflower, an acorn. He outlined the rock’s shape with craft paint and sweetly wrote “love.” So began my collection of heart rocks. I have about a hundred now that fill a large glass bowl. My children, husband, and even neighborhood kids continue to delight me with these gifts from nature that miraculously appear on mountain trails, the ocean floor, river beds, and parking lots. My heart rock collection is among my most treasured possessions. The beauty of a perfect snowflake, rainbow, or rose is fleeting, but these organic riches will last longer than I and represent everything pure, wondrous, and lovely.
~Think On These Things~