The other day while at a business meeting this pile of rocks kept catching my eye, like it was calling to me. As we got up to leave it called me again, so I had to go back and snap a picture. Weird huh?
For a while I wasn't sure what the message of the rocks was, or why I felt compelled to photograph them. But one thing I do know is that if something calls to me as strongly as those rocks did I need to pay attention. I also know if I'd walked away without snapping that photo I'd still be thinking about those rocks, and would probably have to go back just to get the picture :)
Anyway, I went on with my week, then this morning the memory of the rocks returned again - this time with a message. I am being called back to nature. I need to get out of the city, out of urban (or even suburban) living, and spend some time in a more natural environment. I need it for my health, my spiritual growth, and in order to help others on an even higher level than I already do.
The rocks were my sign, calmly sitting in the background waiting for me to notice. I wonder how many others they call out too, and how many hear their voice?