|3 stones emerging from winter|
Thursday, February 23, 2012
I love stones. There are small piles of them throughout the house, a few single beauties on their own and in the garden they are everywhere, usually where I am digging. But right out side the front door, between the path and the garden is a special collection of round smooth stones collected from beaches when ever we or friends have traveled. I always seem to bring home stones, even walking the dog I keep my eyes peeled for treasure. John now comes home bearing stones as gifts and offerings. Maybe we all know that in ancient times stones were known to be alive, holding soul and spirit and memory.