I live in the Pacific Northwest on a basalt cliff overseeing the Columbia River where there is little top soil but plenty of wonderfully shaped, burnt colored rocks. Over the years Iíve relocated these rocks of varying shapes and sizes creating several hundred feet of rock walls.

This weekend I plan to do what, from time to time, I find I must. Tear down some of the existing stone structures and reshape them. Not unlike what I need to do with my own foundation when I see or feel it sagging or disintegrating. As I begin, I pick up each rock and examine them, typically creating three separate and distinct piles of sorted rock. There are those that are solid, shaped with a distinct character that I believe will lend to a solid foundation. Then there is the smaller pile - rocks separated for their lovely shape, color and lava heated then rapidly cooled designs. Some bubbled creations are beyond de>
Balanced (My goal)

There is symmetry
In self-reflection
Life exemplified
Grace personified