Pietrasanta

I have thought of this picture often this winter. After each storm, the snow nestles in the empty crooks of the trees like these stones.

Stones in a tree? That makes no sense. The snow makes sense, but why would a sculptor put stones in a tree? Stones - round hard immovable in a tree - alive changing growing. The stones are impediments to growth.

So, what are my stones today? Well, that constant fear of doing something wrong. That need to be right. That fear of just plain out enjoying myself with no goals, no plans. The snow melts away -- the stones will take longer to erode.