This one, found by Robin on Abermawr, smooth and mottled like seal skin. The gold say well on the skin of the stone. I gave it back to him, changed with gold.
I painted a path on another, gathered from Whitesands Beach but returned to the wild at Abermawr where I went today to walk. I’d been back to Whitesands to see if the other I had placed on the beach remained. It was gone. Whether by the sea’s hand or gathered by a person I have no idea.
And I walked the beach gathering more stones to play with. The woods were just beginning to blossom with bluebells. Trees filled with birdsong. I placed the stone on the beach, walked off looking, trying to find another just like the beauty Robin had found.
People with dogs walked past. I searched and found stones that looked like they held star maps, stones that seemed marked by contours, red stone, smooth stone, but never one like the seal skin soul skin stone that Robin had found, so perfect in the hand, so mottled like the sea beasts. And then I stopped looking for one that was the same and opened my eyes to what was there instead and found something really rather beautiful. And all the while the minotaur sang a song inside my head.
As walked back a woman stopped to talk a moment. As she walked on she exclaimed, delighted. Look, she said, look what I have just found. Oh I do love mazes. I explained I had put it there and was glad she had found it and she asked if I wanted it back. But no, I had put it there for her to find and she thanked me and walked on, then turned to ask my name. So, Annabel, from Solva, now has the path, moongold on stone. And I have a story, growing from small seeds inside my heart and more labyrinths to play with and to paint.