Rolling the Stone

 

There are stones we put in our pockets to remind us of where our life has turned, as well as of the times it has surprised us. “Well, today was certainly a Stone to remember!”

 

There are question stones that we hold in our hands, turn them over, and ponder the what ifs, the maybes, the perhaps. 

 

When someone dies, Caroline Fish says, grief can feel heavy, like a boulder, and at other times it seems more like a pebble, a pebble that we will carry with us always.

 

Listening in Quiet Woods

February 18

In the weeks after Evelyn’s death, I walked into the woods to get away from grief’s overbearing presence, to listen to nature and forget my heart for a time. There I piled up the stones of her memories.




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