I’m not a big collector, but I do collect stones, sorta. I have some from places I’ve visited; some because they’re beautiful to me; and some just because they stack well. Knowing my affinity for stones, Tom’s given me several over the years. He’s had reminders like All Shall Be Well and Aren’t Dreams Wonderful engraved in them.

My SPIRIT stone lived at the end of my pier for years, until a particularly heavy-winded storm dumped it in the lake. Since then, I’ve spent countless hours searching for it. No luck, until Saturday morning.

Hurricane Nicole brought us a little rain and wind. Nothing to complain about. We were lucky. And then I got real lucky. While clearing away my small amount of storm debris, I checked my beach area. That’s when I spotted it.

After all these years and all these storms my SPIRIT stone is home. I’m not going to waste my energy trying to understand how or why. I’m just going to pause and be grateFULL.

Along with not understanding this experience, I don’t know what to call it. But if you’ve ever had an experience like this, I’d love to hear/read about it.