Yet no matter how carefully I look for the rocks that I feel have the swirls of the Milky Way or the fine-lined layers of Earth stamped upon them in miniature, the person who comes behind me will find an agate just sitting there, as I----when I tire and stand to leave----never fail to find a beautiful stone right where I'd been (rather than in the distance I was looking).
Ahhh. . . the lessons we must continue to learn, again and again (though in different ways). I love object lessons----which are metaphorical----things I can learn through movement, through experience, through doing. Somehow they hold in my body more readily than that which I merely read (though I love reading, too).
