stone

 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.

A traveller passed by and, noticing their hard labour, stopped to ask what they were doing.

He asked the first man, “What are you doing?”
Without looking up, the man replied, “Cutting stone.”

He asked the second man, “What are you doing?”
The man answered, “Earning 30 francs a day.”

Finally, he asked the third man, “What are you doing?”

The third man stood up, smiled, and said,
“I’m helping to build the greatest cathedral in all of France.”