I was quietly perusing the art exhibits at a local museum when I turned a corner to find a big pile of rocks in the floor.There was a short little fence around them.

The fence was not just to keep visitors from stumbling over them, it was also to keep them from touching them. They were beautiful and textured in various sizes. The urge to pick them up was strong.
These weren’t just any rocks. These were river rock replicas made of glass by Sarah Vaughn. They looked so real, like a pile of favorite rocks on the northern shores of the Pacific.
In addition to the pile on the floor there was a long line of rocks made of wool. The artist made one every day during the Covid Lockdown. Some were lovely while others were little angry wads. I understood those.

Then there was a table with a circle of dtones that had been broken and lost a part. Sarah had carefully mended each stone to be whole again. It reminded me of Shel Silverstein’s book The Missing Piece in which the broken character travels looking for its missing part until it realizes the experiences made it feel completed.

I spent some quiet time in that room full of the smoothed stones that Sarah made. Her skill is amazing. The stones spoke of transformation by time.

Just WOW!
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