There is something sacred about creating a world within a wold, all your own.
Is there space to feel lonely when you have multiple dimensions of yourself to discover?

My first memories of collecting rocks felt like I was going to church. Each stone was its own planet, with different hidden mysteries and gods within it. I would imagine shrinking down small and exploring the inner intricacies of its form and function.

I could envision myself living a full day in a life down there, and each hour I spent, I got to know a new version of myself in this alternate dimension.

I’m grateful for having the space to experience micro and macro exploration of self, spirit and stone. 🫶🏻💎🛹⚡️