Greetings,

This has been a very stressful day.

I went back to the Laboratory with an assignment as huge as Canada! They had been working on this environmental issue for several months, then called me. I have to get everything in order in just three weeks! Are they crazy? This hasn’t left me with much time to spare.

I usually email back and forth with a friend each day, but now I get back too late and all I have time to do is leave an email, knowing they will get it the following evening.

When I got home this evening, I kicked off my heels and with the file folder still in my hand, relaxed by the fireplace . My thoughts went from the disaster I had to deal with from the laboratory, to my beautiful bowl of stones, my oldest grandson had given me over the years. I glanced over to where it sat on a sparkling, glass table. The stone he had given me last night, still sat on the table next to the bowl. I smiled as I looked at it.

“Its purple Grandmother. I painted it purple, at school, just for you. We were reading a story about a stone called Amethyst. It reminded me of you.” He was so excited when he handed it to me.

That bowl of stones are a collection of his love, friendship and admiration for me. What I have done to deserve it, is way beyond me.

We have done many things together and the list would make many people wonder what type of grandmother I am, but I am just me and I love to make life a bit special with just a touch of magical tendencies, like a marvelous fairy tale.

The first book I ever purchased for him was called, “Talking To The Moon”. When he was old enough, I would take him outside to gaze at the moon, make a wish on a star and to tell me everything he was thankful for.

The first rock he ever gave me was when he was three years old. I took him to a park where they had imagines made out of rocks. He was fascinated with them. On our way back to the car, he picked up a stone and handed it to me without any words spoken. Once we returned home, we dated the back of it and put it into a large crystal bowl. Since that day, he has given me more than one hundred stones. Some he has painted. Some he has written a word and others are just plain in their natural beauty, but they all have the date he gave them to me, on the back side of each stone. I plan on giving him that bowl of stones on his wedding day.

I stopped thinking about the bowl of stones and made my way to the kitchen. I needed to brew a pot of coffee, light a candle, emerge in the Jacuzzi and just relax. The file from the laboratory would just have to wait.

It is now 2:30 in the morning. I wrote a quick message to my email friend. I finished the notes for the Lab and plan of action. I did my writing assignment and posted it and I am finishing this journal entry.

I have so much on my mind that I don’t even know if I can sleep or not. I have to try. I look like Medusa as it is in the mornings! I certainly do not want to look any worse than that. Without sleep, anything can happen. (laugh)

Good night.

May your stars always shine brightly and twinkle forever!

Thank You, SilverWind, for your visits.