Collecting rocks and stones is something you can’t avoid doing as you walk along a Vineyard beach. I admit I didn’t find the one with this poem:
“Weathered posts and sea grass, waves rushing in to kiss the shore; I closed my eyes and peace descends, I’m at The Vineyard once more.”
I didn’t find the stones below on he beach either.
These beautiful stone sculptures were done by a Native American from Aquinnah. I asked him how he knows what to sculpt and he told me that he has to get to know the stone first… let it speak to him and tell him what it is meant to be… only then does he begin the process of letting the spirit emerge from the stone.
This particular stone is double-ended.
The spirit of an eagle.
Something I find interesting about these sculptures is that when you’re holding them they’re both cool and warm. Perhaps it’s the spirit from within.