08/10/2026
*Sensitive subject matter*
Today, after class, I went for a walk and ended up down by the river. I noticed some grief about Bel resurfacing, along with a few worries of my own.
Rather than letting those thoughts sit and fester, I decided to collect stones and give each one of my worries.
I had a bit of fun looking for different sizes, shapes and colours to represent each worry. Then I took a big, deep exhale and threw each stone into the river.
It’s not that my worries magically disappeared, but it felt like a healthy way of letting my mind and body meet for a little while. As I walked away, I could feel that something had shifted energetically.
What went on to happen next is something I will never, ever forget. I won’t share the details, out of respect for everyone involved, but it made me think about all the worries we can carry silently, sometimes believing we have to carry them alone. It made those little stones feel even more meaningful.
It reminded me just how important it is to acknowledge our worries, however big or small they may seem.
No worry is too small to talk about. No feeling should be dismissed because someone else “has it worse.” Comparing pain doesn’t make it disappear. Sometimes we simply need someone to listen, to sit with us, and to remind us that we don’t have to carry everything alone.
Our minds and bodies will eventually tell us when the things we’re holding inside need somewhere to go. Finding healthy ways to express them matters.
And perhaps that’s why those little stones felt so meaningful today.
They didn’t fix anything. They didn’t make the worries disappear. But for a moment, they gave those worries somewhere to go. I could hold them, acknowledge them, and then let them leave my hands.
Sometimes a small, simple act can carry far more meaning than we realise.
We don’t always need to have the answers. Sometimes we just need to acknowledge what we’re carrying and find a safe way to put some of it down. 🫶
