While we were crabbing one night during our beach vacation, my 10-year-old daughter suddenly turned away from her sister and cousins’ joyful antics. They had managed to catch a ghost crab and were admiring it in the bucket. Although it would be turned loose shortly, Avery couldn’t bear to watch. The next night, it was the fishes the kids were catching in their colorful pails that troubled her.
Avery took me off to the side. With tears in her eyes she said, “I really don’t like us catching any critters, but especially the ones that travel in herds.”
I remained silent about “herds” and just let her keep talking. I could see this topic was important to her, and she was quite distressed. “What if that captured fish can’t find its family when he gets put back in the ocean?” she cried.
I understood completely. My heart is wired that way for animals, too, but Avery would soon make a profound statement indicating just how much she cares about animals.
It happened the next evening when our families went to dinner. While seated at the table with eleven others, Avery studied the plated food that had just arrived. Looking ill, she discreetly asked me to accompany her to the restroom.
“I can’t look at that chicken or that shrimp,” she said as tears began to spill from her eyes. “I want to be a vegetarian, Mom.”
I was not expecting this so I was not prepared with a response, but I knew there was only one correct response: Support. I could see the determination in her eyes, and I would not stand in her way.
“You have such a loving heart for animals and people,” I said hugging her. “It is both a beautiful thing and a hard thing to care so deeply. I hear what you are saying. I don’t know a lot about vegetarianism, but we can learn together.”
The relief in my child’s face indicated that was a good response. The next day, her excitement was palpable as we searched online food lists and reviewed vegetarian guidelines. Huddled together at a little coffee shop, we talked about how we would ensure she got proper nutrition and sources of protein. Avery eagerly accepted my request for help with food prep and meal planning.
As we were about to wrap up our research, she suddenly became solemn. “Will it make a difference? I mean, everyone else around me will still be eating meat. Can one person not eating meat still help animals?” she asked.
It was another tough question, but I was pretty sure I knew this one. “Well, first of all, you will be following your heart and that will give you peace of mind. Living true to your beliefs and your heart is very important,” I said. “But will it make a difference? Yes. I think so. Kids and adults will see what you are doing, and you will inspire others to think about animals or about standing up for something they believe in. Your life is a message, Avery. The way you live, speaks volumes. And now one of your messages is: ‘Kindness for Animals’ and that will make a difference.”
I don’t think it was any coincidence that Avery and I came back to the vacation rental and began a special project with her sister and nephews that has intrigued me ever since I read about it. The movement is called Kindness Rocks.
Sitting on the back porch of our rental that rainy afternoon, I explained to my daughters and nephews that people throughout the world are decorating and hiding Kindness Rocks for others to find. Each rock contains a positive word or message. Before we got started decorating, we talked about what messages we could write on our rocks. We also talked about what finding one of these rocks would do for someone’s heart or outlook on life.
“It would make the person happy,” my six-year-old nephew Sam said. Everyone agreed and eagerly dove in. Despite ages ranging from four to fourteen, these kids got into this project. I found it particularly powerful that they knew exactly what messages people need to hear …
· Be You
· You’re Beautiful
· Shine On
· Give Someone a Hug
· Love Always Wins
· Only Love Today
On our last day of vacation, the kids and I walked into the little beach town to hide the rocks. I watched as they carefully considered placement of the rocks for people to find – in trees, on street signs, on ledges, and on outdoor tables at the coffee shop. Interestingly, not one child mentioned holding on to a rock they had put much time and love into—they wanted to give them away. I also noticed there were no squabbles or complaints during that time. Happy moods prevailed as they imagined someone finding their rock and how it might impact their day.
Later that night, we retraced our steps to see if any rocks had been moved. The cousins delighted in seeing most of their rocks were still in place, just waiting for a heart in need of a lift. As a last-minute decision, we happened to go by the coffee shop. I overheard a man say to his friend in a puzzled tone, “It was just here when we got here.”
I watched him gently roll the colorful rock in his fingers smiling as he took in the uplifting message: Thank You (front) For Being You (back). Little Evan had set his special rock there four hours earlier. As the man turned to leave, he put the rock back down on the table. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it — that is just simply how kindness works. After you see it, feel it, or experience it, you feel empowered to pass it on. You feel responsible to keep kindness alive.
Over the past three weeks, Avery has slowly been telling friends and even strangers she is a vegetarian. Each one has been supportive and curious. I watch as she proudly explains what it means and why it’s important to her. I notice she is happy, happier than I have seen in a while as she follows her heart’s calling. Each time she sits down to her non-meat meal or cuts vegetables for our meals, I am inspired by her message. In fact, I could no longer bear to sit at the table and drink chemicals from a soda can. My nephew Sam saw me guzzling a Coke Zero in the vacation rental after I’d promised him at his grandfather’s funeral that I would quit. Between my broken promise to Sam and Avery’s commitment to the lives of animals, I am successfully breaking a long-held diet soda addiction. I am six days diet soda free, and I sense profound changes happening in my body. Most remarkably, I have slept through the past two nights without any night terrors. This is profound. My nighttime anxieties have been debilitating for several years. Who knew the soda was causing them? This single benefit will undoubtedly change my life – perhaps even save it.
From what we put in our bodies, to words we speak, to issues we stand for, our lives are messages and what we do each day inspires others. I witnessed it on The Hands Free Revolution Facebook page this week. Sharing the Kindness Rocks project in a post inspired hundreds of people to form their own rock painting groups. Photo upon photo of beautiful rocks were posted in the comments.
Sharing my desire to break my diet soda addiction in another post inspired hundreds of people to speak about their desire to break unhealthy habits and join me. The comment thread contained hundreds of beautiful encouragements and suggestions to me and to each other.
What made me most emotional were the comments from the people who have actually found Kindness Rocks along their path. Just as my nephew suspected, that rock felt divinely planted and made the person feel happy. I’ve been thinking a lot about those who will find the rocks my family planted around Rosemary Beach three weeks ago. I think about one particular person especially—the one whose burden feels extra heavy, whose heart is especially weary, who might be thinking of ending life. I think about how he or she will spot a colorful rock in the unlikeliest of places.
It might be Natalie’s rock – the one that says, “Dance in the rain.”
It might be Avery’s rock – the one that says, “Hold on.”
It might be Sam’s rock – the one that says, “Peace.”
It might be Evan’s rock – the one that says, “Do not kick.”
I think about how that rock will create a divine perspective shift—from negative thoughts to positive ones. With renewed purpose, that person will keep walking, now looking for a rock of her own to paint. She will get home and spend some time deep in thought with some paint and a paintbrush. As she thinks about what positive word or phrase to inscribe on the rock, it will be felt in her bones. And for the first time in a long time, she will remember her life is a message, and it’s one worth saving.
“I choose love. I choose life,” she will write on that rock.
And like an excited little kid, she go outside and place that rock along her path for someone to find.
And just like that, another ripple of kindness is born, reminding us that one person can make a difference – a life-saving difference.
Just imagine what would happen if we all commit to keeping kindness alive?
“It was just here when I got here,” people will say because kindness will start to grow like weeds.
And the happy herds will keep moving together toward the light.
My friends, as my family and I work through these new life messages and positive changes, I keep thinking of The Joy Plan—one woman’s 30-day pursuit to create conditions for joy. In order to make joy a top priority in her life, Kaia Roman had to remember what joy felt like. In The Joy Plan, Kaia takes our hand and shows us exactly how she did this. I was blessed and honored to read an early manuscript of this incredible book. It didn’t take long for the pages to be highlighted, starred, and dog eared. In the intro, Kaia explains that noticing how many negative thoughts she had throughout the day made her realize she really needed the Joy Plan; it wasn’t long before she realized the plan “might just save my life.” I can attest that this plan will help you reclaim lost joy, follow your instincts to step out of your comfort zone, cultivate kindness and positivity, and lose the inner critic once and for all. The Joy Plan is currently available for pre-order and releases in one week! It is undoubtedly one of the best and beneficial books I’ve ever read. Read more here.
Dear ones, it is time for me to begin a substantial online break as I do each summer. Time offline is vital for my soul, my creative work, my outlook on life, and my precious relationships. As my blog and Facebook page are quiet in July, it would be so helpful to my family and me if you would pick up a copy of any of my three books: Hands Free Mama, Hands Free Life, and Only Love Today. There is a level of expression and depth of understanding presented in my books that is impossible to offer in a solitary blog post. I hope you will consider taking a deeper look at how I’ve stopped managing and existing and really began loving and living. If you would like visual reminders to wear or post in your home as you make your own positive changes, please see the beautiful cuffs, wrist wraps, hand-lettered prints, notecards and lunch notes based on daily intentions found in Only Love Today. Thank you for your love and support. You are so important to me.