Stones, in a hand thrown bowl. Clay from the Earth, stones from the Earth, one fashioned by human hands the other by the hands of time. Stones can hold our deepest secrets, they can comfort us with their smoothness as they warm to our hands or in a pocket, they can teach us of the beauty of stillness. I have always loved stones, their ancient-ness, where have they been? How old are they? What mysterious seeds of the universe do they carry? Oh lovely silent stone, tell me your story.