The little things

We can move through our lives from one 'special' event to another, always searching for something to look forward to, a party, a holiday, a specific activity. These times are obviously special, but when I look back at my memories of people and times that are now gone, it's mostly the seemingly insignificant, more-than-mundane details that stand out as the most powerful and precious. My brother tilting his head slightly sideways, half smiling, talking animatedly across the table in the pub, late afternoon getting dark, warm glow from the lamps. My grandma knitting a baby cardigan by the fire, her budgie landing on her shoulder, her head turning affectionately towards him.  Sitting under a tree making friendship bracelets with a new friend on a hot August afternoon, sharing bright threads of yellow, orange, red.

To me, small stones are very much about bringing awareness to these moments, the ones which pass unquantifiable in their seamless shaping of our lives, the seconds, minutes, hours, days... which we so often want to rush through to get to the next 'important' thing.  But these are the important things. These are the special times. The moments we constantly are knitting together into the fabric that will become who we are and finally, who we have been. The more we can recognise them at the time, perhaps the less regrets we will feel when they have become distant in time.