B-E-L-I-E-V-E

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“Believe with all of your heart that you will do what you were made to do.” – Orison Swett Marden

The other night Mr. D came up and asked me for the rock in my pocket. It’s a small rock that has “believe” etched into it. As a little man of patterns, he wanted to put it with the others in the collection – a beautiful group of rocks selected for me by a friend. The other ones say things like “love,” “leap,” “hope,” and “grateful.”

I can’t really explain why I carry a rock in my pocket. There are times in life, now being one of them, when things are just a little bit more of a grind. I get a little bit of flow when I reach in and feel the etching with my fingertips. It’s moments and months like I’m going through now where I’m scrambling to get all that’s on my plate done, a little too busy and discombobulated to discern direction so I need a little extra “belief.” And there are periods when I feel a little disconnected from my faith so I’m missing the extra charge for my spirit and I make up for it with a little physical memento.

On my third round of IVF, I got pregnant with Mr. D. At the 10-week ultrasound, the milestone in which I miscarried a baby a year earlier, the fertility clinic gave me a stone in which “BELIEVE” was etched. I thought it was an odd gift for a medical/science based institution but because I was so nervous given my previous miscarriage, I was delightfully reassured. The stone from the clinic was a little too big for my pocket but I put it under my pillow for the duration of my pregnancy so I could feel the coolness on the nights I was uncomfortable or worried.

One of the benefits I’ve gleaned from yoga and meditation is a feel for the body-mind-spirit connection. When I can’t find quiet in my mind, I can still my body instead, and the sooner or later my mind receives the benefit. In the moments when my spirit needs more foundation, rubbing my finger along an etching shores it up in an indescribable way.

So I’ve stopped worrying if it’s silly and just drop the “believe” rock into my pocket on days I need extra “umpf.” Mr. D is right though – when I’m in balance, it does belong with the group of other words that all work together to hold the goodness of life.

For more of my woo-woo words and a bit of humor, check out my post on the Heart of the Matter, It’s In The Cards

38 thoughts on “B-E-L-I-E-V-E”

  2. We each have access to hold fast and Believe in the One Rock who holds “…the goodness of life…” your faith proclaims Wynne. Thanks for sharing this.

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  3. A stone in your pocket is a reminder, something to ground you, as I understand it. Years ago, in the days of outdoor phone booths, I received a call from my pregnant wife on my “pager,” another antique, telling me her water broke and I should come home to take her to the hospital.

    While calling her back I noticed a coin on the side walk. I carried that nickel for years until it was lost, but the idea of that joyous day and what my family means to me remains.

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    1. What a beautiful story, Dr. Stein! Amazing how physical things can provide a little doorway to those moments. And then one day we realize we don’t even need them!

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  6. Wow, what a powerful story Wynne. I didn’t know you experienced a miscarriage between your daughter and son. I had a miscarriage between my third and forth child. It’s create a lot of fear and emotional distress. I love how something as simple as a rock with the words believe can actually insight belief. Just beautiful. Much love to you, C

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    1. What a beautiful comment. Thank you, dear Cheryl! I’m sorry to hear about your miscarriage Cheryl. You said it so well – it creates a lot of fear and distress. Thankful for belief that gets us through! Hugs to you! ❤

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  8. It’s pretty impressive that your fertility clinic was paying so much attention that they knew you needed that stone at that minute. Must be a very loving practice.

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  9. I love your story of the rock and how that has helped you. Hang on to your rock! When I took my elderly dad to the hospital for surgery, the nurse asked if we wanted one of her homemade angels from fabric. I said absolutely. My dad who is not a believer said, “Can I have one of those too?”

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  11. When you think about an average rock in terms of age it is about 1.3 billion years old. The history your rock is caring within must have a lovely energy and healing frequency that many before you have benefited from. I am glad you and Mr. D are drawn to it!

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  12. Isn’t it interesting all the little things we do for ourselves to help us get through the day? I’ve been getting into crystals lately and I think there’s something to meditating with one between my palms when I meditate each morning. It’s kind of indescribable. As far as rocks go, I’m hoping to convince my grandson to paint some rocks with me to use as garden markers this spring. My mom was so talented artistically, and I remember when I was really young, she painted rocks for fun. Great post, Wynne! It really spoke to me today.

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    1. What lovely associations you have with rocks and crystals, Rhonda. Painting garden rocks sounds like a great project to do with your grandson! Thank you for reading and commenting!

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  13. That was such a lovely thing that the staff member at the clinic gave you – and it clearly continues to resonate and give you that extra oomph.

    Whether it’s our faith, or a rock with words etched on them, these things that further our belief that things will be ok and that we will be ok if they are not are so important to have – to keep us going especially during the hard times.

    Glad you and the kids have what’s been proven to work!

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    1. Oh, I like that trailer – it’s perfect, EW. I haven’t watched Ted Lasso but I’ve heard so many great things about the show that I just might have to!

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  15. I had to take a strong fertility drug, and was blessed with a daughter. The doctor did not give me a stone, but he also did not tell me his belief, which was that he felt it was impossible. He told me after the fact that she is a miracle. You have to love doctors who actually believe in the mind-body-spirit connection. We need more of that. I love your post, Wynne.

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    1. Wow wow wow – what an incredible story, Susan. I’m so grateful you shared that and I love your conclusion that we need more doctors that actually believe in the mind-body-spirit connection. Right! Love you got your beautiful daughter!! ❤ ❤ ❤

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  16. Hey, a rock could save your life one of these days! Even if it doesn’t, you never know when you’ll come across a body of water so smooth, you’ve just gotta skip something across its surface…

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  17. I think all of us draw support from special material things which provide a good feeling and positive spark towards better navigating the rollercoaster of life. I agree doing something physical can quiet the mind, especially when it is busy trying to talk us out of things, or providing worse-case scenarios we’ll never face. Rock on, Wynne!

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    1. Rock on – very clever, Bruce! What a good point you make about when our minds need to be quieted the most and how our touchstones can help us calm it! Thanks for reading and commenting!

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  18. You give new meaning to “got rocks”, a term used to describe the trappings of those whose wealth often shows up on their fingers in the form of diamonds and emeralds. I prefer your version of wealth where it lives in your pocket and in your heart.

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