One summer many years ago, I found an unusual amount of heart rocks in the course of a month while housesitting at the beach. The first day, I discovered at least ten. Each subsequent day after that, revealed more heart rocks than the day before. That was when my personal mythic language began speaking to me.

When love breaks our hearts, there can sometimes be a refrain that echoes: I’ll never let anyone else hurt me again, and sometimes that can reverberate for years. When love does appear again, if we have not closed our hearts’ doors completely, we might give it another go. Does it work out this time? For a few, it might. For many of us, we find ourselves repeating the same patterns unknowingly and when the newness settles,