The stories converge.
The strands on this web meet,
connect, and twist outward again.
This is a bowl of stones, holding prayers:
a shining soul who just received a terrible diagnosis,
another bright spirit who is caring for a suffering loved one,
another, walking the confusing labyrinth of a broken relationship,
a quiet spirit grieving a loss that never seems to heal,
an eager heart aching with loneliness,
a disappointed one,
a tired one,
A stone for each of these I love,
and also, one for the bright cardinal
who comes with messages of hope,
one for the courage of the activist
climbing high and challenging oppression,
one for hope, one for love, one for tenderness,
one for patient remembering to give yourself time,
to cut yourself a break, to let yourself cry,
to remember your truest, greenest, most powerful self,
and one for the spider who brings all the stories
together in a web, binding us all into one.
3. Prayers, stones, and feathers
5. Root beer floats
May we walk in Beauty!