The other day I went down to the sea to swim in the freezing cold water and on my way across the sand I found, just before the waterline, this beautiful rock. It seemed to be waiting for me. When I picked it up I noticed how light it was and on closer inspection deduced that it was volcanic. Now there are no active volcanoes near Sydney as as far as I know, so I started thinking of how this rock came to be in just that spot.
It could have come from many places and travelled along ocean currents over many months or even years. What did the rock have to say? What was its message to me? At the suggestion of a friend I put it under my pillow at night and waited to see what came to mind. In the end I decided it was my writing rock - to help me write a book I am working on and perhaps many more books to come.
So welcome dear Writing Rock, you are a gift from the universe. (Or it could mean I should go on a trip to Hawaii and that would be pretty good as well!)
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