(This story was originally written in March, 2016)
Earlier this week, on a morning that rang achingly melancholic for absolutely no good reason at all, while Donovan and I were down by the water, I spelled out the world LOVE in stones and left it there on one of the big rocks that line the shore above the water.
I don't know why. It was a game time decision. But it made me smile, and I guess I hoped it could make someone else who might be having that same kind of day do the same thing.
Every now and then we unexpectedly find beautiful stone sculptures down there. Always left anonymously. Really spectacular ones, like the broken heart made of stones that spanned across the space between two big rocks there on the ledge...just stunning. I'm still amazed remembering it. I love knowing someone's out there doing that; creating pretty, moving, meaningful pieces just because.
As I do, and as he ever-so-patiently puts up with, I asked D to sit beside the thing I'd made so I could take a picture. But on this day, the sun was in his eyes and he really wasn't much into the idea of modeling. So the picture that I took was just okay. By now, I was also running late (what with the art project creating and all). So we left LOVE there, and continued on our way.
Yesterday, I went to see if LOVE had made it through the night. Wondering if maybe the other stone artist, or some inspired ordinary passerby, might have added something of their own. After all, love begets love, right?
Still, when we arrived, while LOVE was still there, it was just as we'd left it. Not a stone out of place. Quietly speaking, but all on it's own. Which was okay, and what I'd expected.
We moved on.
But this morning...
This morning, my heart broke open (in a happy way!). LOVE had found some friends - yeah world!! Where it once sat alone, now there was a new heart made from stones to the right, and two stone markers to guide folks to it resting by the other side.
I've no idea who made them....perhaps it's the same person who made that broken heart I initially fell in love with. Or maybe it's just another someone moved by LOVE to share a piece of their heart, thereby creating a new one of their own.
It doesn't matter (though it's fun to imagine someday finding out who it might be). And, for good measure, I made a new one too....just seemed right.
So there it is. LOVE grew, and all on it's own. As it does, when we throw it out there.