I had planned for this to be wordless, but I changed my mind. These rocks have been in a rock tumbler for almost a month. I took a picture before my husband started the process. I have been thinking a lot about the heart. The human heart, the most important organ of our body. I think we can all agree, it is amazing. These rocks started off dull and on Monday we will view their transformation. A change of a human’s heart takes time. It does take work to change, a process depending on where the person’s frame of mind is. It sounds like, feels like, reads like mental health is on a decline. We only need to sign onto the internet and read what’s going on in our world. It’s disturbing. So, like rocks, heart’s get hard, and left to one’s own unhealthy thinking, it can lead to a road of destruction. Not only destruction to self but destruction others. This is a spontaneous endeavor today, and I hope to continue on with my thoughts on this subject.
The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the evil person out of evil treasure produces evil, for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.
I was going through some files of blog posts that I had kept, but not read in a few years. I found myself learning that a dear sweet blogger had passed away. My heart sunk, as from her posts, I felt a deep connection with Natalie. A deeply wise and gifted woman. I am sad, but know that one day, there will be a time to meet again. I think about the people that have blessed me, some for just a short season. That is how life is. I recall meeting a kind woman from Taiwan one year. Our acquaintance was brief, but when we were departing, and knowing that it would perhaps be the last time to meet here on earth, we wept like we had known each other for years. To you Natalie Scarberry, I found out that Hollyhocks are your favorite flower and I will be sure to plant them this spring. I will look at their beauty and think of you.
It’s interesting how age changes ones mind, mine that is, as to how I want to spend my time. So scissors, magazines, glue and paper works for me, and satisfies my child like, I Wanna be an artist.