I found this rock in Santa Fe on a walk back from the Georgia O'Keeffe Art Museum to our hotel during my honeymoon with Superman. You can read the full story by CLICKING HERE
One word.
Four letters.
H O P E
One message simple and profound.
Scribbled on an ordinary rock
lying in a bed of other ordinary rocks
with neon arrows pointing down from heaven
to signal its presence so it could be discovered
specifically by... Me.
It was as if the Universe intervened in my life
with a life changing message
that hope would always find me.
Just in time...
Just when I thought a turn around in a situation
would most likely not occur,
It did.
I dearly love 'just in time windfalls'
and happy endings
that invariably lead to new beginnings.
Images of the previous 2 weeks swirled though my head reminding me I had just encounter a breakthrough with PTSD. Holding the rock reminded me I had just experienced digging out from an avalanche of freshly fallen fear. A severe panic attack pissed me off enough to feel anger at fear and by being triggered continually about the auto accident I'd been on a busy freeway, that I took matters into my own hands by suddenly asking to drive the car..
Wow!! Hope had just kicked my butt out of the passive back seat approach I'd been cowering in like the cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz and landed me smack dab into the liberating, mountain top bungee jumping "I can do this" kind of girl I'd been all my life prior to the auto accident.
It was hope that gave me enough nerve to believe I could actually pull off the request to drive rather than remain the constantly powerless passenger. Hope was the key. Hope gave me courage. Or courage gave me hope. All I know is that being continually traumatized every single frickin' time I got into an automobile had to end. Fear had wickedly turned me into a sad, wilted lily. The "old" Lille would have kicked the butt of any giant that dared stop her from experiencing the best, the fullest, the most outrageous, boobs to the wall adventures her indomitable spirit could conjure up! Hope pulled me out of despair, and into the driver's seat of life.
Hope has more punch to it that people give the word 'hope' for. It's right up there with powerful words like 'love', 'gratitude', 'joy'. Hope is something even the POW's that spent years imprisoned couldn't be robbed from. Hope is that gentle giant that whispers to you in the depths of despair to hold on, help is on the way. Hope is the blanket of faith that keeps the heart renewed. Hope is waiting for you to spread its message to those in need of renewed faith in life, in themselves or others.
Here's what to do next...
Paint some small rocks with the word hope on them. Use a Sharpie in black, or bold colors or metallic inks. Add glitter and colors of the rainbow. As you're making them pray or visualize the person who will find that particular rock will experience the miracle breakthrough of experiencing hope once again in their lives. Or that they will see it as a sign to not give up believing in miracles or answered prayers.
Make enough to have a small army of Hope Rocks in your car, a few in your backpack or purse, or in your jean pockets, and coat pockets, beach bags and lunch bags. Leave the Hope Rocks in a seat on the subway, or city bus. Put one on a shelf in the cold and flu aisle at the drug store, or on an elevator in a cancer ward at a hospital. Or along with a tip for a waitress or waiter. On a counter at the bank or post office.
Make enough to have a small army of Hope Rocks in your car, a few in your backpack or purse, or in your jean pockets, and coat pockets, beach bags and lunch bags. Leave the Hope Rocks in a seat on the subway, or city bus. Put one on a shelf in the cold and flu aisle at the drug store, or on an elevator in a cancer ward at a hospital. Or along with a tip for a waitress or waiter. On a counter at the bank or post office.
