This Small Stone
This small stone in my pocket holds a story. Silence and conversation, solitude and relationship, in equal measure with easy flow. The dignified, heavenward reach of ancient trees. Deep connection, fleeting moment. Cloudy fog, blood red sunset on the water, ashes raining down. Accepting faces, open eyes and smiles. Waves crashing, seals barking, rooster crowing. The joy of song, the story of pain. Inhalation of flowers and smoke. Sweaty morning dance awake, heart open overflo
