Near my front door
Ancient rocks and crystals
Ground me in winter
Sabra Bowers
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Sabra,
I like it. Makes me want to go look at rocks and wonder about their story.
Mark
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Mark, I love rocks. As a young woman, I dug the crystals from a field that was cleared for a subdivision. I have some inside my home and have given some to others. That day is a fine memory.
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Sabra
The stones also bring perspective…… it’s easy for us humans to lose perspective. Perhaps perspective brings awareness pulling us out of our narrow vision and assisting us in looking beyond ourself …..becoming aware of solidarity, the brevity of our stay here on earth and our need for each other….✨
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Donna, thank you for mentioning the perspective stones bring to us. Lately, I think a lot about the brevity of our stay here on earth.
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