To me, that statement is pretty simple and self explanatory. But if I said that to my Dad he would have looked at me with the most confused face. How do you plant a garden in a day, would be his question. Continue reading
I don’t have a lot of what I would call close friends, but I’m okay with that.
I thought it was because it takes me a long time to really get close to someone – or let them get close to me. But my best friend pointed something out to me just the other day. She said I test.
When I asked her what she meant, she said I test people to see if they are going to stick around. And when I thought about it, I had to admit, she was right.
Maybe the reason I tested was because some of them didn’t stick around… Continue reading
I’ve always loved rocks.
From the time I was little, I seemed to fill my pockets full of them whenever I went to the beach or even just on a short walk. I grew up in Michigan just off Lake Michigan, and we would go to the beach often. I would wander off for hours in search of treasures to pickup and admire.
When it was time to go home, my Mom would make me empty my pockets before climbing into the car. She said I didn’t need all those rocks at home. Maybe that’s why I kept looking for new ones every time I was out… I didn’t get to bring any home with me.
Since those days, I’ve collected lots of rocks. Mostly heart shaped ones. They seem to just jump out at me.
John and I went to the beach yesterday. We found green rocks, red ones, white ones, black and heart shaped ones. I filled my pockets full. We had a great time. When we got back to the car, he didn’t make me feel silly that I wanted to bring all those rocks back home with me. He just smiled at me.
It’s nice to be with someone who lets me be me, rocks and all.