Magic Rocks

January 31, 2018 was a blue moon, which is the second full moon of a calendar  month.  I always enjoy a full moon, whether it's blue or not, because of all the weird energy that goes around.  There's a buzz that passes amongst people, whether they know it or not.  This past blue moon was no exception.  In fact, it rocked - literally.

Ever since my transformative trip to the Amazonian rainforest in Peru last November, I've been applying the lessons that Grandmother taught me.  (see Eternal Return, 12/21/17)  I learned about the importance of love and connection.  I knew that intellectually, of course, but hadn't properly integrated into my life.  To quote myself - I learned that love is the bedrock to a life well lived. 
I went to Peru to establish emotional stability.  Due to faulty wiring early in life, I didn't have a rock-solid foundation.  Thanks to Grandmother, I got the grounding I was looking for, but only after the shaky, old house that was my former self crumbled and fell.  It was an extremely difficult healing process, but worth it in the end - communing with Grandmother over tea is first and foremost about healing.  Receiving mystical visions and insights is great, but if Grandmother knows a person needs to be healed, that's what she addresses first. 
Since then, during a very harsh winter in these here parts, I've sustained injuries from a fall on slippery pavement, as well as endured a miserable, lingering cold.  Normally so many unpleasant circumstances would have sent me spiralling into a pit of despair.  But not this time.  In fact, I'm doing just fine.  I'm handling the normal challenges of life with enough strength to stand on my own two feet, even when I'm flat on my back with sore ribs and a cold.   
My spiritual progress was on my mind on the day of the blue moon as I cruised the aisles in the bookstore where I work.  My thoughts turned to Grandmother and all the messages and lessons she still sends me from time to time, mostly in the way of signs and  synchronicities.  I mused on my newfound stability and well-being, as well as my deeper appreciation for rocks and stones as symbols of strength and balance.  (I've yet to tell them, but I picked up a couple of rock-related stories whilst in Peru.)  So I couldn't help wondering if Grandmother or the Universe had any magic in store for me that day.  Added to that, it was also a mental health awareness and fund-raising day, sponsored by a major media corporation.  As a recovering depressive, mental health is something that concerns me  deeply.

While I was passing through the "Health and Well Being" section of the store, I noticed a small package stuck in-between a couple of books on one of the upper shelves.  At first I assumed someone had left it there by accident, but it was positioned in such a way that I realised it was deliberately put there, and meant to be found.  I pulled a small, mesh bag down and saw that it contained a smooth, polished stone that fit nicely into the palm of my hand.  There was a card included as well, with a note to indicate that the stone was purposely left as a reminder that the day was dedicated to mental wellness.  The stone bore the painted image of a heart containing the words - wait for it -  healing first!  What a thrilling moment.  Grandmother had come through again, and on a blue moon, no less.
Grandmother continues to speak to me through signs, symbols and metaphors, giving me magical stories to write on this little web of mine.  Writing heals me, too, and Grandmother knows it.  The small stone she sent my way, via some local angel-artist, renewed my faith in the healing power of the many gifts bestowed upon me by this bountiful, beautiful Earth.
Blessed be.
g.p.