Good Morning! A thoughtful morning with coffee at the right. I am thinking about the world we live in and how amazing it is.

Inside the stone

Up in the woods,

in a circle among the beech trees,

last winter one of the lumber horses split a stone

horizontally, with a clip of his big steel shoe.

It had seemed to be a plain gray stone,

but when it was opened a black wall appeared,

rusty at the edges, flecked with pale checks

like unknown constellations, and over all

floated wisps of blue-gray, trailing feathers of clouds.

I brushed away the fallen leaves

and stare into the distance inside the stone.

if one could become a bird_____

if one could fly into that night___

if one could see the circling of those stars___

and the woods became still,

the beech leaves blur at the edge of my vision.

I find I am bending lower and lower.

By Kate Barnes, Where the deer were, page 39. May you enjoy this bit of poetry. I know such an experience, perhaps you do too? Stones are fascinating to examine. And it is true some do look other-worldly inside. Stones have vibration, and they are alive, as is the earth itself full of life. How extraordinary our world is.

Best wishes! Pejj Nunes