stones in the marshland

We spent Sunday morning wandering through a marshland located along the east bank of a river. Hawks, quail, pintails, mallards, and kestrels whirled above and beside us in the autumn winds. Great Blue Herons flocked from a rookery on a nearby island.

As we walked through the marsh, Tadzio spotted a simple stone sculpture and called us over to admire it. We glimpsed a second identical sculpture carefully placed in the distance ahead. Both sculptures were large boulders with rough, natural surfaces. Closer inspection revealed carefully placed bands of glass ringing the circumference of each stone.

I can't tell you exactly what the stones meant, but they gave the day noble accents and caused a subtle change in our moods.

This morning while on the phone with Przemek, shortly before a stressful  meeting, I was surprised to find myself staring at photos of  these very same stone sculptures. They were hanging on the wall of a downtown gallery. Moments like these always give me pause. It's a little like the universe is offering me something, but I'm not quite sure what it might be.


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