When the heart attack had me ten years ago, I had no idea of the long journey that was about to unfold.
There is no absolutely way I would have chosen to have go through this ordeal, yet from it emerged a much deeper connection with life and spirit that is beyond words, a confession of faith through stones.
As I was completing the red stone egg– and the first snow was falling– I found myself deeply grateful for this involuntary journey and for those whom I have met on this long pilgrimage.
I had been circling around the creation of this Egg last three years.
As with Psyche and the seeds, this was a good time to sit down and cry.