Thinking With My Hands

For the rest of the day the Squire and Rhonda (the round stone) discussed the likelihood of a human ever being able to 'pick up' r...

"No no, that's just an expression they use," said the Squire."They don't actually hear us. They pretty much have no i...

The dry stone waller paused to study the random pile of building stones beside him. His hand reached over to grab the builder who had been c...

The Squire and Rhonda were pleased to be able to have someone pick them up and place them over by a small group of 'builders' waitin...

It was a long time after the storm before anyone came along to inspect the damage to the wall. It was even longer before they came back to b...

Without any warning the sky darkened and great thunder-burst of rain started cascading down on the rocky slopes. Large volumes of surging ...

While the Squire and the three other stones were waiting on the mountain they had plenty of time to consider their options. They had plenty ...

w Rocks are good at waiting. They have got it pretty much covered. It is a function of their makeup, their composition. Nothing needs to hap...

Our four stone friends probably would have summarized the events of the past few days in this way.... The Squire (a squarish stone) and Rho...

The bag of rocks touched down at 13 hundred hours, close to 2000 feet up the north side of Scafell Pike. The helicopter disconnected from th...

The flight was exhilarating. They watched in amazement as the scenery spread out below them in every direction. The miles and miles of '...

So Michael," Rhonda asked. "I'm guessing you were 'speaking' to that human, and you were the one who gave him the noti...

The next morning things were pretty quiet. The rocks had run out of things to say to each other. Myron had rambled on mostly about his past ...

Conveniently, the storm was not long in coming. Rhonda was washed down the side of the hill, followed almost immediately by Myron (the pyram...

The three stones, having decided it would be good to see what could be done about a troublesome 'fake-stone' wall, which they were t...

"Ah yes, there are some good wallers out there - ones who 'listen to stones', but I am afraid most have joined another rebel cl...

They were perched, ready to roll further down the hill towards the group of wallers, when they heard a voice call out for them to 'weigh...

'The Squire' as she called him, ( the cube shaped rock ), stopped and faced Rhonda. (the round one) "It's too bad really,...

A round rock and a square rock went for what was not a very fast roll one fine year. The square rock was having trouble keeping up. " Y...