my meditation fountain

I’m quite happy with it. I went down to the creek to collect pebbles that wanted to come home and live in the fountain. The frog was a must-have. The fountain requested the bamboo, but we’re both thinking the nylon flowers need to go. As for the angel, she requested she come home with me so I can pass her along to Preston’s mom when we see her again.

So now I’m surrounded by trickling water, which is great for the blood pressure and the thought process. I have the fountain and two aquariums gurgling along. (and to boot, right now, it’s raining outside – for the win!)

eta: for the record, my dining room wall isn’t purple. not sure why my camera caught it that way.

mari's fountain


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.