Does stone speak to you? I listen to it all the time. What seems hard and impenetrable is really a sponge for memory and emotions. The stone absorbs the dreams and prayers of years and keeps them stored to inspire the future. I'm never more at home then when walking through a stone ruin. The closest I can get while here at home are the Spanish missions that trail through San Antonio. Many of the missions are still active churches with worshipers continuing to feed the well of stone inspiration. I sat in the chapel of the Mission San Juan and let the white morning sun and stone enlightenment, fill me.
