We picked these stones from a beach near Grundarfjordur, Iceland, and keep them on a tiny plate; emblematic of the island, they are dramatic, scoured, volcanic.
I have stones in a bowl on my desk at work that Fran brought to me from Nice (France). I have stones at home that I brought back from many different places - St. Thomas, Arkansas, the Hudson Valley. What motivates this desire to take a piece of the lands we visit?
"Life is so daily," was my father's mantra, often delivered with a shake of the head and rueful smile. This blog documents my unrueful search for and exploration of the joys in the mundane. At the core, for me, my joy is in my intimates, tight connections with my husband, my sons, my friends. But this exploration focuses on the objects and experiences running parallel to my peeps that catch me off-guard, or that I consciously seek, to flare delight.
I have stones in a bowl on my desk at work that Fran brought to me from Nice (France). I have stones at home that I brought back from many different places - St. Thomas, Arkansas, the Hudson Valley. What motivates this desire to take a piece of the lands we visit?
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