When The Stones Cry Out
by Adena M’lynn Harmon July 24, 2024 In a quiet corner of her home, a woman kept three special rocks. Each day, she would sit with these stones, speaking to them as if to old friends. She poured out her heart, sharing memories from her earliest days to her most recent experiences, like a movie reel of fragmented clips strung together. The woman treated these rocks as silent confidants, entrusting them with the story of her life. She believed they absorbed her words, her emotions, and her very essence. To her, these stones were more than mere objects - they were keepers of her personal history. When the time came, she sent these rocks away to be safeguarded. She hoped that one day, that special someone would hold these stones and pray with them, unknowingly connecting with her story and energy back into the universe and rise in praise. However, a clear jolt of my heart, a memory - the image of her palm. This symbol held special significance for her, representing a he...