I could see three stacks of stones from a distance. Close up I noticed two fresh oranges, assorted rocks and shells, a crumpled note tucked into a corner, a school photo of a young girl, a child's painting, and a single flower floating in the small round pool in the center. Water flowed gently out from the pool, down the mossy face of the retaining wall, and into a drain.
The wind sighed softly through the fir trees as I stood silently pondering meaning in the gifts. A steady background sound of water rushing into the century old reservoir soothed my thoughts. This is a sacred healing space, an altar in the world.
Note: You might want to check out the book An Altar in the World by Barbara Brown Taylor.