What are you putting back into the river?

Dalmore Beach, Isle of Lewis, the river running down to the sea
Dalmore Beach, Isle of Lewis, the river running down to the sea

For years, whenever I visited my ancestral home, the Isle of Lewis, I would collect from the river at Dalmore Beach a few polished stones of Lewisian Gneiss, gradually building my own cairn back in Cayman. I sense (and it was my personal experience) that in our 20s and 30s (and 40s?) we are focussed more on what we can take out of the river, then perhaps by our 50s and beyond we flip that?