The stone in my pocket

Why there is a stone in my pocket 

The weighty round reminder of gravity’s constancy, centering me down, placing me,

in time and geography

is rather oddly a tethering that frees me.

I am, it says.

And you are 

and so too are We.

So go. Do.

Make your discoveries

in this world.

I will bring you home

to tell your tales of awe and curiosity.

And the stars and stones will listen,

and the wind will bear them,

and tides receive them

in a wild and passionate grace

that befits this tumble of heart and mind and being.

Kimberly M. King, RSCJ