And to go with this new image, more rocks, and an old story:
After my husband Bob died and I moved to Mexico, I started finding hearts everywhere on the long walks I took every morning. The first one was on the side of a cow, the other on the forehead of a calf. I found plastic hearts and the imprints of hearts on shoe bottom impressions pressed in the sand. Then I began to find heart-shaped rocks. It was uncanny. Messages, perhaps, or perhaps just my increased consciousness of anything that could be a sign. This continued for some time, but as my initial crushing grief lifted, so did my insistence that these were messages.
Then, at least a year after his death, on a driving trip enroute to the states, I returned to one of our favorite places—Bahia de Los Angeles in Baja California. As I stood tossing rocks into the ocean, I suddenly felt my wedding ring slip off and go flying into the water. Stupid, stupid! I berated myself, and knowing it was futile, I nonetheless went wading into the surf that was spreading out on the sand, then deeper into the water to where I imagined the ring had disappeared.
What were the chances? I searched for five minutes, then ten, and I was about to give up when a retreating wave wiped the ripples out of the surface of the water and there below I saw my heavy gold ring set in diamonds and lapis lazuli. As I scooped it up, a rock that lay buried in the sand beneath it came up in my hand as well, and after slipping the ring onto my finger again, I was about to toss the rock back into the water, when I happened to glance down at it and saw that it was in the perfect shape of a heart!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 