>> July 25, 2010
I remember as a child when my dad and brothers would riddle rocks. Dad had a huge wooden frame with wire mesh on it. He would shovel a couple scoops onto the mesh and my brothers would shake the frame, sifting and sorting the smaller rocks from the larger ones.
It seems we are all rattling around on a mesh frame, having everything in our life sorted out; large rocks, smaller ones, valuable gardening dirt, and beautiful rocks to be polished.