I sit with a riverstone in my hand, purchased for the Lughnasadh festivities. It was the one I picked for myself. Smooth and splotched with colour. I feel each facet of it, as I tell it my troubles. The things I need to cast off. It accepts them and the weight lifts. This stone will be the keeper of some of my knowledge. As all stones hold bits of human knowledge. In time, it will be a facilitator of my own mastery, just as Lugh was the master of himself.