The raw stone sits in front of me, silent yet alive, invoking memories of past encounters.
I feel the answering call within me and let the rhythm of the music take me.
My hands begin to flow, no thoughts, no design, just impressions rising from the subtle energies and awakenings within.
I let the stone move me, tell me how she wants to be shaped, listening.
A gentle touch here, a smoothing there, a subtle pushback.
Guided by the shape of the stone, the movement of the colors, the suggestions of the shadows, the impulses of a deeper knowing.