Somewhere, near the river's edge, lies the heart tree. Whenever one finds a "heart" rock, that is, a rock in the shape of a heart, they place it near or on the heart tree. Many hearts surround it... loving hearts, lonely hearts, grieving hearts, bountiful hearts, searching hearts and joyful hearts. Each is placed carefully as an offering and symbol of each visitor's emotions. It is an unspoken rule - you never take a heart rock from the tree. Once it is there, it stays for life. As well, the rocks have no stories on their surface. Only their shape leaves it's imprint and you are left to wonder it's meaning and wish. I have several under the tree. Sharing space with other whole hearts of different shapes, sharing hope for comfort in their communion.
