From war ravaged homelands the children bring their familiar culture. Rocks were weapons, missiles in plentiful supply, propelled with anger towards injustice. In the absence of war in a new country, rocks present a dilemma representing the straddling of cultures that will be with them forever. The old life requires anger and aggression but the new life will suffer for that. So the rocks must become symbols of peace, quietly balanced with patient skill to teeter precariously into a little cairn, then another, then another. The sight of a creekbed full of pebble stacks is breathtakingly peaceful. And so we grow.
