

Found this stone on the shore of Lake Michigan, right after my mom died. This stone, and many others, were cracked open by the freeze, thaws, ice, and crashing waves of the great lake. It spoke to me about how we can be cracked open by the grief and hard times of life. And yet, sometimes (perhaps often?), these crackings reveal depths we had long forgot…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Alchemy with MaryJo Burkhard to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.