Love my little stones. Left one that said Signal Your Turns here at the Toyota dealer while my car is being serviced. For some reason, it just cracked me up to do that. These stones have already been fun and I’ve only left two so far.

I love the leaving the stones where others can find them. I’ve carried a stone in my pocket for years. Every day for the past four years a stone with one simple word, “Bill.” He was a classmate of ours at seminary. We would be assigned certain days to provide a reflection for the class. It would be based on a reading. My friend would somehow always draw a reading involving being a spiritual rock/foundation. It was amazing what he could draw out of the same reading, so many different life experiences, so much wisdom. So when he died, it seemed like the right way to always carry him with us. We each carried a rock during our ordination ceremony. He has helped me a lot over the last couple of years, whenever I feel alone or lonely, I only have to reach into my pocket and the presence of my “rock” comes to mind.