The Parable of a Rock.

I love Newport, R.I.

I adore walking the beach up and down, looking for shells, driftwood, and quite frankly, anything else I think looks cool, or that I could imagine repurposing.

On my last trip, I found some really cool rocks.

Yesterday as I was moving one that I had really liked, it fell,and split into two pieces.

Initially, I was sad, but as I bent over to pick it up, I noticed weird striations.

So I ran to my newly renovated kitchen, where the lighting is fantastic, by the way, and saw I had revealed the fossil of a fern and another leaf.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I had just unearthed something that hasn't been seen in probably 300 million years.

Here I was, little old me, feeling like I had found an Indiana Jones worthy artifact in my suburban kitchen.

I almost ran out and bought myself a monocle and a lab coat.

I am now a goddamn scientist for Christ's sake!

Ok, anyways back to my story.

FOCUS FOUST.

Finding that rock on that day and choosing to keep it, well, that already was probably what not many people would do.

And to later have this reveal itself, was even more profound than I had initially had thought, and it made me feel the need to share the story, as well as the image.

As for that parable, well there are so many lessons to learned from this one little rock.

Sometimes loving a rock, "the unconventional", can allow the rock lovers of the world to reveal the incredible secrets that can be found within their passions, interests and collections.

Introduce them to an audience that probably never would have cared or listened if it weren't for you.

To be honest, they probably never cared.

And that's OK too.

But never be afraid to show the world what you love.

Share the discoveries we make.

Teach.

Also, just when you think you can't love something more, it can transform, and it makes you realize, yes, you can love it more.

The rock.

Unwavering.

Hard.

The saying "rock solid" has a reason.

Yet, here, the rock serving as a symbol of being fluid.

It shows us that at any time, anything we assume is rigid and unforgiving, doesn't necessarily mean it actually is.

We can also learn that something we thought was beautiful, can break, and be seen as even more stunning.

It hasn't broken.

It has been reborn.

By the way, you can work these analogies and run with them anywhere.

The symbolism.

From this one little rock that made its way from Rhode Island to New York.

But anyways, here you go.

Today, I am your rock lover.

Now go and be someone else's.

Xoxo,

C.