I spent alot of time outside on this glorious
day and all I could think about was stones,
rocks, boulders, glacial erratics.
I am attracted to stones in a way I
cannot explain. I always pick up a
rounded stone or two on my walks
with the dogs. All my gardens are
lined with stone. I read poetry
about stones, I photograph stones.
I think they call to me because their stories
are so grand and full of history, just like
really old trees, they can teach us a thing
or two if we are only willing to listen.
In my life thus far I believe I have
moved more than a thousand stones
onto our property. I don’t know if
I am trying to anchor us or let us
sink into the soft earth, but I keep
piles of small smooth stones everywhere,
in the house, and all around our land,
the more the merrier.
Like this photo above of a friend’s sunken
garden in Norway, stones provide safe
haven for a fish who is always swimming
in two directions at once, they give me
something to hold onto in case the
current gets too strong….