Heart Shaped Rocks

 Whilst tidying recently, I came across a small bag filled with hard objects. Wondering what they were, I opened it. My heart filled with yearning to be home as I beheld a number of stones I had collected during my most recent visit to the east coast of Canada.

On my altar I have a number of odd little rocks, many of them heart shaped. They come from many parts of the world: Canada (west and, now, east coast), South Australia, England, and the US (west coast). Most arrive on my altar as the result of walks along beaches, where I often keep an eye out for shiny, pretty or unusual stones (according to a Metis friend of mine, small ones with a hole naturally worn through them are good luck).

Prize among them are the heart shaped stones. They're gifts of the lands I travel through. It is through them that the spirits of each land show me that I am welcome. Not every land welcomes me this way; I have none from the region of my birth and, frankly, I try to spend as little time as possible there anyhow. Usually, however, each place gives me one or two.

The east coast of Canada gave me four.

I like the east coast of Canada very much, too.  

It seems pretty clear to me that it would be a very good place for me to be for a while. How long? I don't know. Perhaps maybe until the next land calls me.