Nov22 Where do stones come from? How did the crow get its voice? Why do you ask, child? Nov13 In a world of tongues, the stones lay no claim to speech— but the tales they tell! Jun16 I no longer know the difference between stones and cherry blossoms. Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Oct26 my meditation: the sacredness of water flowing over stones Feb17 an empty river but for traces of birdsong left among the stones Footprints Sep25 On a cobbled street an old man leaves his footprints lodged between the stones. Miles Nov7 a path before me— only the dust and stones know how many more miles Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Nov13 In a world of tongues, the stones lay no claim to speech— but the tales they tell! Jun16 I no longer know the difference between stones and cherry blossoms. Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Oct26 my meditation: the sacredness of water flowing over stones Feb17 an empty river but for traces of birdsong left among the stones Footprints Sep25 On a cobbled street an old man leaves his footprints lodged between the stones. Miles Nov7 a path before me— only the dust and stones know how many more miles Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jun16 I no longer know the difference between stones and cherry blossoms. Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Oct26 my meditation: the sacredness of water flowing over stones Feb17 an empty river but for traces of birdsong left among the stones Footprints Sep25 On a cobbled street an old man leaves his footprints lodged between the stones. Miles Nov7 a path before me— only the dust and stones know how many more miles Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan13 The wind tells stories while stones and foxes listen and the stars keep watch. Oct26 my meditation: the sacredness of water flowing over stones Feb17 an empty river but for traces of birdsong left among the stones Footprints Sep25 On a cobbled street an old man leaves his footprints lodged between the stones. Miles Nov7 a path before me— only the dust and stones know how many more miles Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Oct26 my meditation: the sacredness of water flowing over stones Feb17 an empty river but for traces of birdsong left among the stones Footprints Sep25 On a cobbled street an old man leaves his footprints lodged between the stones. Miles Nov7 a path before me— only the dust and stones know how many more miles Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Feb17 an empty river but for traces of birdsong left among the stones Footprints Sep25 On a cobbled street an old man leaves his footprints lodged between the stones. Miles Nov7 a path before me— only the dust and stones know how many more miles Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Footprints Sep25 On a cobbled street an old man leaves his footprints lodged between the stones. Miles Nov7 a path before me— only the dust and stones know how many more miles Post navigation ← Older posts
Miles Nov7 a path before me— only the dust and stones know how many more miles Post navigation ← Older posts