The Q-View

After spending thousands of years being worn smooth by the gentle currents of the stream I am reborn as a unicorn in Vermont, and I believe my journey has just begun.

I am no longer just another rock.

I have purpose.

I rest now in the small, gentle hands of Caroline who found me under her favorite tree when the final spring snow had melted away. In between the stream and Caroline, I was selected from a pile of my brethren and carefully brushed with the image of a unicorn. I caught glimpses of my brothers and sisters being dressed as depictions of branching trees and flowering plants and orange sunrises and red hearts.

“Why a unicorn?” I heard someone ask.

“Unicorns may seem unobtainable, but nothing is impossible,” said Lenore, who was delicately applying the finishing touches to my surface.

“Just like recovery,” she added.

When the image of the unicorn had dried, Lenore flipped me over and painted some words that included “Project Live” and “Have a great day!”

I was sealed and placed on a rack to dry with my friends. To my right was HOPE. To my left was LOVE.

Lenore took me with her and we traveled to New England where I was placed alone under the tree. But I was not afraid. If anything, a rock is patient.

Sure enough, the cold darkness and the faint light of day eventually gave way to the glory of spring, and Caroline found me. She loves me. I am not alone.

When my purpose was explained to Caroline, I learned that I am meant to be left where people can find me, and, maybe, I can make them a little happier.

And, maybe, they too will realize that they are not alone.