Feel the temperature of the stone with your cheek. Stroke thin
sections and hear the stone sing. Pretend you are light glowing in
stone wings or hair. Where the raw rock shows, smell it. Find the
natural handles in the rocks and feel their heft. Let the coolness
of the stone calm you. Let go of your schedules, your words, your
images and icons, our logic, and any sense of decorum. Feel your
foreverness in the stone
I carve stone in forever-time, in Now, reaching for connection
with spirit, with balance and centeredness, with inner vitality. I
am told that I have muscular dystrophy, and some days I can't
work zippers or open jars. But I can carve rocks. I must carve
them. I must share them.
So please, Touch the rocks.