Walking along the beach I see stones, lots of stones. As I continue to walk I see from a distance one particular stone.  It is not necessarily the best looking stone, but it has caught my eye.  I pick it up, appreciate the beauty in it, and put it in my pocket close to me.

The beauty of stones becomes greater when you put them together, one enhances the other. Dark, light, big and small, together they make a statement, a beauty to behold, simple but profound beach stones.

I Have a friend, Christine, and she has an amazing tool that she uses. (I am trying to persuade her to write an article on it.  In the meantime I will try and tell you a little bit about it.)

Long ago, three men were cutting stone in a French quarry. One day, a traveller was walking by and admired their hard labour. He asked the first man, "What are you doing?"

Without looking up, he said, "Cutting stone."

The inquiring visitor asked the second man, "What are you doing?"

He replied, "I'm making 30 francs per day."

Finally, the traveller asked the third man, "What are you doing?" Long ago, three men were cutting stone in a French quarry. One day, a traveller was walking by and admired their hard labour. He asked the first man, "What are you doing?"