Published on February 19, 2013
Hansel was laughing when he said “Out of all the colorful rocks there are, why do you always pick the strange ones?”
He’s right. There were rocks that had more color–that glistened, sparkled, and even shouted out loud there on the sandy shore.
But these little relics called to me. They sang my name softly and caught my attention like a gentle lover across the room.
It’s their simplicity that I connect to.
It’s their shape that attracts my touch.
It’s their imperfection, their lack of definition, their subtlety that I’m interested in most.
It’s how they compliment one another naturally, that I’m curious about.
They’re everything I’m leaning towards in my life right now.
They’re the uncharted terrain of my heart.
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