Tell me a story from a thousand years you’ve felt quiet granite stone.
I wrote this haiku as I waited for my 7-year-old nephew to finish school, in Granite Bay, California. I was sitting on a bench by the football field and I saw large rocks around. Their rough and natural contours blended with the green grass, and the redwood trees.
I have been learning about rocks and their healing properties. So naturally, my attention gravitated toward these rocks. And they spoke.
