got rock?

I recently learned that otters have a pouch of skin to store their favorite rock, and maybe a little "smackerel of something."  The rocks are tools for opening shellfish and the like.  What a great metaphor!  Why not take our own "rock" with us everywhere?  It could be something physical, like, well, a rock, or it could be a thought, a mantra, that could be pulled up whenever we need help cracking open the mysteries of life!

My rock is: "The whole world leans forward to bless me."  If something "blippish" happens, I hold my rock steadily to my heart, and it helps return me to joy.

(Oh, and otters also juggle, in case you didn't know!)