 #36 The Stones Remember 1997 – 10 x 9 edition of 33 – $300 I once picked up a stone and it’s been nestled in my left pocket for a good part of my life. It gives me my power!
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The Stones Remember In winter when the water’s voice is silenced in a veil of ice, I keep a basket of smooth stones beside my fire, stones harvested in autumn from the garden all along the water’s edge. They are like letters from a friend and, holding them, they hold me home again. I do not know if the beat inside the holding is my own heart, or the memory in the stone’s heart of the rhythm of the waves. I only know it seems the same. I only know if you are still enough and wait, you’ll hear the songs the stones remember. |
