Holystoning
When ships were tall, and decks were oak, a sailor might be called to get down on his knees and pray with a block of sandstone. That Jack might have been praying to the mate, but I find myself praying to the great old tree. Bit of Druid, I suppose. I don't really think it's necessary to make this sculpture so right, but today's honesty has exposed tomorrow's task, and I would honor this sturdy stone.