I love flagstone. Natural and unpretentious under my feet. Firmly grounded.
The following spring, I found that use.
Under one of our old tulip trees. Along the log fence that is visited by our neighbor’s horses, looking for a treat.
Digging and scraping and carving out the land to make a new home for these stones
was exhausting. Lifting and shifting. Building a puzzle of stone.
When finished, I sat in silence shaded from the afternoon sun, admiring the handiwork. Nothing fancy. Not perfect. But it was mine. I had created it.
A place to begin or end a day. A retreat if only so brief. Away from beckoning responsibilities.
Where thoughts are free to soar as far as one allows. With feet still firmly grounded.
A sanctuary of possibilities.
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Thanks for stopping by and wishing you a soaring weekend,
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