I have an affinity for stones. Often, when I travel I am on the lookout for bits of hardened earth. A piece of place that I can pick up and put in my pocket. I love the way it feels in my hand. Cool or warm depending on whether it was found in sun or shade, dry or wet. The birth of a place is held suspended in stone.
I am not limited to stones that I find. Over the years, I have been given many. My favorites are heartshaped. On days when I am feeling a bit blue, I search out a bit of stony heart. I roll it around in my fingers, press it between my palms and absorb the simplicity of shape and substance. Love in it's most earthy form.