The Rock

This is some kind of fossil. It fell out of the river bank, right at my feet, in a Welsh estuary a number of years ago. When it fell to the ground the outer casing broke apart and revealed the solid substance within. I was so impressed with it that I brought it home.

Every so often I sit down, place both hands on it, and I talk to it. I feel I am filling it with my thoughts. In years to come someone else will be able to place their hands on it and absorb what I have given it.

Sometimes I think it may break open even further to reveal more of itself!

Do you think I need help?