I popped into my husband’s office today to bring him something and found that he’d created a stone circle on the top of a small cupboard. I could just picture him talking on the phone to one of his colleagues in New York or Zurich or somewhere, letting his hands make something beautiful and sacred, almost as if he wasn’t aware. (He later confirmed this was true.) I couldn’t help but take a photo:
The statues behind the circle are from Mexico, a gift from a Mexican friend — and are clearly full of holy women’s magic.