rock me

rock me

Whenever I solo travel, I look for something small to bring back with me. This rock is from the Atlantic Ocean from my trip in October. Found it on the beach in Newport, RI. ⁣

I keep it (for some strange reason) in my car—sometimes up to a year. I hold it, feel the texture- and remember how it felt to be in that place. ⁣

I love the coloring. I love to think about how and where it’s been. ⁣

I’ve always been a tactile person. I still sleep with a “blankie”. I rub it between my fingers as I fall asleep. ⁣

Actually, the current blanket- is an old scarf of my mom’s. I left the one I had for 32 years on a flight. [dude. I was/am still so very⁣
sad!] I had never been a night without it. Ever. ⁣⁣

[So, when I say I like to touch-and-feel things- I’m not kidding.]⁣

Rocks have been the closest thing to bringing me that same comfort as my blanket. The same feeling. ⁣

The history. The memories. Grateful for the moment to stop and think about how things were. How they are right now. And how I want them to be. ⁣

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Yup. Rocks and blankies. ⁣

12.6.20