Stones come in every shape and size don't they.
Every day for a year I have picked up a stone
Carried it home in a pocket
Felt it's weight and texture in the palm of my hand and....
....I have wondered what each stone has seen in it's lifetime
for it has lived thousands of years longer than I ever will.
I have wondered who, through the centuries, could have walked upon each stone.
Did any small boy, or man for that matter,
Use my chosen rock as a weapon?
I have wondered why some of my stones
have bits and pieces missing....
....and have they travelled to this place for afar?
This past week I needled the last stitches into the twelfth pathway.
I will miss the daily ritual of hunting for a new stone.
However, as I stitched around each stone,
I was inspired once again by their markings
perhaps another piece will come out of just the marks.
One thing leads to another.
May you be led down a new stone path of creativity on this day.