Photo from the Portland Classical Chinese Garden.
Today's ordinary thing.
A couple weeks ago I found a single polished rock on the sidewalk, turned it over in my fingers and put it in my pocket. A few days later, I found another. These shiny rocks seemed to bear a message. When I told Greg, in Wildfire Writing, he said, "Ah, yes. We are shiny rocks."
And today, visiting the Portland Classical Chinese Garden: such intricate, artful, dignified stones were woven into the landscape. I could barely believe they were rock made by nature, Taihu stones, of limestone lifted from the bed of Lake Tai. They have been sculpted, hollowed, rounded and riddled by the world's waters, to become silent masterpieces.
Pick up a rock. Let it be art for you.