STONE SPIRITS

We Jews place stones on our ancestors graves

Permanence, unlike the breath

I make a vow to be with you each day

To create something with you, to hear your voice.

The heart shaped stones have been collected, near the waterfalls of the Blue Ridge

Each one reminds me of the love that I have to share 

Each stone has a home in my imagination

As I brush the strokes across the surface, a soft and subtle voice enters

I am with you, we share this time and space

I will paint each name, carefully, intentionally

I will ask each of you what you see

I will gather you all together again, as before, in my garden of life.