The metaphor of stones as ballast cuts deep. Accepting their weight rather than resisting creates that equilibrium you describe so well. I noticed how the ancestorstones and fatherstones sit alongside the childhood's end stones, like different epochs layering into the same foundation. The line about digesting stones with sand in the gizard is especially vivid, reminds me of how my own difficult memories need time to smooth out before they stop being painful.
"...That I may become a true stone at the very still center of a circle knowing no circumference."
Thank you! We will share this with Ian when we return to Eastern Oregon Correctional Institution next month.
The metaphor of stones as ballast cuts deep. Accepting their weight rather than resisting creates that equilibrium you describe so well. I noticed how the ancestorstones and fatherstones sit alongside the childhood's end stones, like different epochs layering into the same foundation. The line about digesting stones with sand in the gizard is especially vivid, reminds me of how my own difficult memories need time to smooth out before they stop being painful.