One day, during an extended period of grief over the untimely death of my mother, I felt drawn by something, and without a plan or direction, I walked for hours. I stumbled upon a small, hidden beach. I sat,overwhelmed by my sadness, and pleaded with the universe to show me something that would bring me relief, a moment of peace in my mind. At the most acute thresh hold of my sorrow, I noticed in front of me, the brightest rock on the beach. I had found an agate! I grasped it in my hands and held it to the light. The sun shining through the stone revealed a heart. Tears of joy filled my eyes. I thought of nothing but the peace I felt in finding that rock. At that moment, it occurred to me… I had found my life line, the periodical key to healing my heart.
So it began, my passion for "rock hounding" rekindling that curiosity for exploration and creativity that had fascinated me as a child. Since my mother's passing I continue to be tested by loss. The search for these treasures in nature, continue to bring me peace.
Hayduke the Hound:
Hayduke my rock hounding partner and protector. The best friend ever, my spiritual guide, a mentor, my reminder to stay present and in the moment. So many lives he touched, so many adventures we had. I love you my sweet "Bubba D" and miss you everyday. Bless you for the 15 years you gave me of unconditional love, patience, and loyalty. Thank you for never giving up on me and kindly reminding me, to just be ME.
"Don't worry Hayduke I'll be ok, be a good boy now"