Sometimes, one word, one sentence, one inspirational thought can change your life. Every day, after waking, I prime my day by setting an inspiring and affirming intention.
Below is today’s intention, programmed by heart intelligence and inspired by a lovely evening we spent last night at a local restaurant here in Panama, and by my love of rocks, passed down to me by my Scottish grandfather, Reg.
As a child—and later, as a teenager navigating a family that felt emotionally unsafe, unpredictable, and often cruel—I learned from him without realising I was learning.
He taught me about rocks.
Not geology. Not science. Meaning.
He told me that certain volcanic stones—especially those with holes in them—were holy beings. Alive. That if you fed them milk and bread at night, they would eat. That they needed to be cared for, tucked in, taken for walks so they wouldn’t stiffen or sulk.
And I believed him. Completely.
Together, we made a little bed for my rock. We covered it with a blanket. In the morning, I took it outside for exercise. I walked down the street holding it, utterly unconcerned that other children were not walking their rocks.
Why would I question it?
It made sense.
It felt right.
It made the world kinder.
I understand now what he was really doing.
He was giving a sensitive child a portable centre.
Something steady.
Something enduring.
Something that could not be argued with, shamed, or emotionally manipulated.
When the human world felt volatile, rocks did not change. They did not lash out. They did not demand explanations. They did not withdraw love. They simply were.
That mattered.
During my adolescence—when my parents had divorced, my mother had remarried, and the family system remained critical, emotionally corrosive, and at times physically abusive—what my grandfather had planted began to do its quiet work.
I became a rock.
Not cold.
Not unfeeling.
But contained.
I learned how to hold my centre when others tried to fracture it. I learned how to endure without becoming cruel. I learned how to let things wash over me rather than lodge inside me and rot.
Music helped. Creativity helped. Humour helped. But underneath all of it was the deeper lesson Reg had given me without words: strength does not need to announce itself.
He never told me to harden.
He never told me to withdraw.
He taught me how to stay.
Above all my Grandfather taught me how to live, laugh, love and play.

One of my fav saying, on my fav rock, at my fav restaurant in Boquete, Panama, The Rock” https://therockboquete.com

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