Droplets of water sparkle and trickle over assorted colored stones and rose quartz crystals piled in my little zen water fountain.
This evening, as I consider the many things I’m thankful for, I remove one special stone from the fountain, placed there one summer long ago. Multi-colored, several dark layers, possibly of molten lava from some ancient time, the rest chalky grey with a hint of lifespring green around one side. Green was one of her favorite colors.