Wanderer | found

I’ve got this grouping of stones that I’ve arranged near my house, and the point of them is to remind me of different things.

It’s a gathering place. A contemplative apex.

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One, my brother Matt, who passed at the beginning of this millennium. Two, in reference to my connection with him, wandering. It’s all about being in the world, being out there. Wandering is about exploring, finding, having a compass setting at 360 — but you know the wisdom of your way. Go forth.

At this cairn there was a painted wanderer stone. It was ovoid, painted white and red. During a storm, it disappeared — till found…

Over the cliff. In the water, looking up at me.

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