I’m thinking of a stone wall notecard series. These walls criss-cross the woods, and suggest all kinds of life – farms, animals – that went before me. They provide perspective on time and life. Life does move quickly, and thus days are precious. I think I just realized this about a year ago, when I was bludgeoned into consciousness by the understanding that I was hiding from my life, from myself, from the people I loved.

Someone wrote that stone walls are inherently meditative, and I think that is so, because they are humbling.