"In a past life I was an arrow." she beamed wistfully.
"Whizzing by, your tip aimed at the bulls-eye of a far off target?" I asked.
Two blue jays hopped by hoping to get in on the story.
"Oh no, I was of the "AH HA! variety, formed by hikers in Vermont, comprised of rocks, sand, and a flower."
"AH HA variety?"
"I provided direction to those in need."
The jays cawed.
"AH! Got it! And now?"
"Now.." she paused "now I'm a catalyst for movement."
I assessed her shape and grinned, "While still providing direction."
She blew a kiss to the jays and replied, "Always"