Day 83 of The 100 Day Poetry Project
I went for a walk on Sunday and literally saw a stone on the path, it called my name and I picked it up. It felt comforting in my hand and gave me a measure of safety. Sometimes I feel that stones are old souls. I've always been a person who stops and looks at rocks and then takes them home where they live in my garden or in a glass vase on my dresser.
Are you a collector of stones?
