Leaving Few Stones Unturned

The weight of a stone holds a profound beauty within itself. Some of the stones I've collected have been formed by the steady pushing and pulling of ocean waters over hundreds of years, tumbling with the everchanging tide and storm. And yet their beauty feels effortless. I find such joy in collaborating with Earth. For me, it has been a way of combining our histories, an acknowledgment that we are made of the same stuff and that we have seen similar miracles and wars and changes and expansion. 

Will you do something with me? The next time a stone catches your eye, whether on ocean shores, or in dense woods, or on the sidewalk of a city street, pick it up. Take some time to smooth your fingers over it as if it carries the brail that will tell you its secrets (it might). Then hold it in the palm of your hand. Close your eyes for a moment, and just feel the weight of it sink deep into your palm as you absorb its history so that it can become a part of you. 

 

 
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 THESE BEAUTIES ARE PART OF MY CURRENT SHOW, LIFELINE, WHICH SPEAKS ON THIS WEIGHT THAT CAN BE LIFTED IN TIME, EVEN IF PARTIALLY, THROUGH FAITH, WORK, AND TOGETHERNESS.