What have I been doing
For the last few years, I've been drawn to the local beach like a quiet calling—a place where the rhythm of the waves meets the timeless whispers of the earth. What started as simple walks along the shore has evolved into a profound passion: collecting stones. Not just any stones, but the ones that seem to choose me.
I've picked up thousands—smooth, wave-tumbled treasures in every shape, color, and size. Some are perfectly round, others flat and oval, many etched with natural patterns that feel like ancient script.
But among them all, I feel divinely guided to the truly special ones—the stones that carry the largest messages. Hearts shaped by the sea's gentle persistence, reminding us of love's enduring form. Unique patterns that emerge only when held to the light, like hidden symbols waiting to be discovered. Or stones that fit perfectly in the palm, as if crafted for a specific purpose.
These aren't random finds; they're gifts from the divine, each one holding a story, a lesson, or a quiet affirmation. In a world that rushes by, bending down to pick up a stone grounds me—it's a moment of connection, gratitude, and wonder. These stones are pictured below.
Ultimately, I have collected evidence of the divine.
