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.
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How wonderful❤️❤️❤️ My closest experience is dropping my wedding band on WB while putting on sunscreen, and because I regularly take it off and don’t wear to the beach, I got distracted and forgot I had it. When dressing for EfM the next night I realized it was missing and figured out what had likely happened. I rented a metal detector and headed to the beach the next morning. After going up and down the area where we had sat again and again and being ready to give up, it pinged, I dug down and there it was. I dropped to my knees in awe, thanksgiving, and utter gratitude❤️
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Oh Ginny, ping must have been the best sound you’d heard in ages! Thanks for sharing that beautiful story.