Findhorn Stone

I see three grey stones laying at the base a fir tree. They are resting in pine needles. The needles on top are green, then yellow and then dark orange needles at the bottom. The middle stone is the most interesting to me. It is cow-patty flat like the ones I saw this morning in the Sanctuary only this one was only half the size. Christopher told us the sanctuary stones were from the Findhorn river and that ‘the shinny bits” as he called them, were flecks of mica.

The stones on either side of the Findhorn stone are more familiar to me. The smallest stone is to the right, it’s nearly round, the shape and size of a golf ball but speckled like granite. I can’t see the spots on the top of the rock, it’s darker and dull from wear or maybe it’s just dirty.

The largest rock is to the left of the Findhorn stone and is snuggly nestled into a groove in the tree bark like an upside down tear drop. It’s a solid warm grey with a white beauty mark courtesy of a bird.

A dandilion grows at the base of the Findhorn stone casting long scalloped shadows across the surface. Together the three stones look like a stone snowman who toppled to the ground.