The base of my honor stone, Namaste, could not keep it upright. Straightening it became a ritual, a chance to remember, and whisper yet again, ‘Namaste.” Today, the earth gifted another as I walked pondering the seasons and time. This one shaped like a heart. As soon as I saw it, I knew where it belonged. The soft gentle whisper of ‘Namaste’ written on the second stone, to honor the first that grew wings and then became a fish in the waters of life, needed a heart.
Two stones, heavy and hard against the wall of adobe. One offers honor. The other gifts the hearth’s strength. The earthen wall supports them both. And feathered reminders of softness and flight. Earth, stone and sky. Honor without heart cannot stand. Together, surrendered to the earth, they have wings. Stones of life, so you can see the whispered painting of Life, when I say,
"In Lak' ech".... you are my other me