I’m not much of a phone person normally, but this morning two people called me and the conversations kind of went on, and my fidgety fingers emptied the little glass container of all the little gems I’ve stuck in my pockets walking on the beach – most from when we first arrived – and starting arranging them. The long one on the left is ‘musical’ – it rings like some crystals. I think of drilling a hole in one end and making it a pendant.
Sticking pebbles in my pocket on the beach, to bring home, is one of those things about which I occasionally ask why do I do this?
The answers range from elaborate, to the most simple: because I can.
