One of my jobs is to stack the rocks in a little wall to form a barrier for water runoff on the hillside. These tiny little levees help to prevent the young vines from washing away until their roots can take a firm hold. I sit in the dirt, facing forward, stacking the little stones, then inch forward and stack more.
Until I stop, stand and look behind me do know if I have laid a straight or crooked path.
I think I have found a metaphor for my life.........
