We are so busy. Consequently, we do the same things every day, seemingly cut off from the world around us.
As New Englanders, we live in a winter climate that is constantly in flux -- snow, sleet, ice, repeat. But most times, we travel from house to car to workplace, then from workplace to car to house, oblivious to anything but the cold.
On Saturday mornings, I seek to take the blinders off and really see. Sometimes I notice the things I omit.
Take rocks, for example. Here at the summer place they are everywhere. Stones are furniture to people who live by the seashore. I can honestly say that some of the best times in my life have been spent sitting on a stone by the sea with my mom.
Yet if I really focus, I realize that they are the vantage point to view the Creator's art.
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| Standing stones lead the way to the beach. |
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Don't fence me in. Millions of stones make up this paddock.
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Rocks encircle the beach. Sit a spell or cast a line.
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Someone walking the beach stacked stones on a picnic table.
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This stone wall marks the boundary of our back yard.
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