The Way of the Stones

Virginia wanted a room of her own, a place to go so as not to be disturbed by the elusive something shapeshifting her inner world. I too want a room of my own so not to be weighed down by someone putting their stones in my pockets as I travel to the depths. To travel the depths, there is no need of oxygen but there is a need for humility so that when you rise, you come out wiser, not better. The closer you get to the event horizon, . . . the stronger will be the pull. Take care not to forget the result of this great experiment called life. For there is one Stone you never want to remove. The stone the Old Man told of in his garden where the Fey still linger because he built it for them. Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash Poem previously published at Life Continues After Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash