A conversation was just had with my daughters, about these stones (and a second dish of very carefully selected river stones). Stones I have been working with, intently, and intensely, for months. Longer, really, because they accompanied me to Standing Rock. But, for the last few months, the stones mentioned, and that piece of sandstone, harvested from a bluff rising out of Watpá Mnísota (the Minnesota River), have been integral to the very committed, and dedicated work I have been doing. Work at the edges of lakes, rivers, and streams. Also, work at protests and town hall meetings. The work of a River Witch. The work of a Water Protector. All that I have asked of them. All the prayers, the spells, and the dreams they have been a part of. All the various incarnations of water they have been plunged into. All the wisdom they hold. All of the energy I have devoted to working with them, devoted to the Spirit of Water, energy that I then have not had to give as freely to my daughters - to anyone - is carried within them. My girls have been a part of a lot of that work, at least as witness, and one day the stones will be passed on to them. Hopefully, when that time comes, Water will be clean, safe, and protected. And, the stones will be able to rest.
I already know they will be loved and respected.