What are small stones?
What are Small Stones?Small stones are an observed moment,
written down. My small stones were initially inspired by the River of Stones
project each January, which sees hundreds of people observing a moment or
experience in their day and writing it down for the month. They can then be
shared on blogs, Facebook, Twitter or just written in a notebook, on a pebble,
the loo roll... To find out more about the flow of this simple movement to bring
more presence and awareness into our lives, check out the following link: http://www.writingourwayhome.com/p/small-stones.html
Saturday, February 16, 2013
How clear and full of stars, the sky tonight.
When I saw the ambulance in the road,
a curtain being drawn.
And I remembered how instantly
the universe can change course, implode.
Leaving us stumbling in the dark.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Today we celebrated Imbolc, the first day of Spring. I see Imbolc as that time of late pregnancy when what is growing in the darkness is just under the surface waiting to be nurtured into life. So there's still cold weather and dormancy, but there's also the stirrings of awakening and birth to come. There are snowdrops and narcissi blooming already in my garden and on our walk at Milton Common today we saw buds on the trees and the pointed green shoots from where bulbs have been planted.
My 'small stone' moment appeared when I stood at the edge of the lake and a coot responded to me by climbing up out of the water...
Thick webbed feet striding towards me
boldly and purposefully.
I turn quickly to check the dog
is distracted in the grasses,
and we exchange greetings
before you turn back to the water
and I walk on, feeling something
special passed between us there.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Observing the fervent flow of people through the foyer,
seeing how they diverge for the man carefully
sculpting his hair in the main door's reflection,
and steer around the couple practicing their
rock, everybody, let's rock.
So, Elvis is alive and well in Portsmouth
while I sit lonesome tonight down on sweets
(except for the bear).
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
growing faster than my hands can write the words
of a plan forming which is already throwing up shoots
and leaves... not stopping to work out just how much
feeding and attentive cultivation it will want from me!
Oh dear, here I go again, sabotaging my chances
of taking it easy, being idle, doing nothing.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
life has more to offer if you step out to meet it...come with me.
Having to accept that all I can do is make the offering,
much as I want to I cannot force the door open
or push you through it, hearing 'no' is understanding
you have a choice and I'm doing the best I can,
but this is your journey and I put down the phone.
It has started snowing again and the dog needs walking.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
settling on me, on earth, these trees, old woods,
here only for now. Only for now, this land
belonging to us: me, these gentle people, birds,
badgers deep under the hard ground.
For now it all pauses, snow falls
as if in slow motion, everything is held just as it is.
Safe. Standing here at the scene of the crime,
while it has not yet happened, trees still standing,
as if there still could be wisdom in the world,
as if there still could be hope.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
in with the almonds and apricots of this cake...
A sprinkle of magic to warm them in the icy branches
a grating of protection for when the bailiffs come.
Several drops of courage for when the saws begin.
May the metal-toothed blades dissolve
peacefully into the snow.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
son strumming on the guitar in the next room,
his voice moving me to a sweet soft place,
Heard there was a secret chord...
The dog coming over to cough up the crap
I watched her eat in the park earlier,
You don't really care for our rugs do ya...
A cat bathing on the shed roof in the sunlight
as if it isn't close to freezing, I see the snowdrops
are in bud, the neighbour putting her rubbish out,
life just being ordinary and moment by moment,
this is how we are composing hallelujah...
Monday, January 14, 2013
Trying to force the pieces into our jigsaw.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
and just when we think we can speak,
she's even louder again and again and again,
and again and again, so we give up for a while,
surrender to her voice filling all the spaces,
and Stu opens another bottle of beer!
Thursday, January 10, 2013
But this beautiful geek has got my attention with his impassioned interest,
"I've prepared a presentation if you have time?" Yes...thank you!
The universe expanding and the mysteries of dark energy accelerating
everything apparently, while we talk. And I'm suddenly conscious
of the old wooden floorboards of this ship's deck beneath my feet,
and the trees they once were, growing their roots slowly down into the Earth.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
yet so conscious of time,
the slow tread along the desk lines
these education front lines,
air charged with the struggle
of young minds retrieving
what they think is required,
battling nerves and whatever
other demons they carry.
Some confidently writing
all these long minutes away
into a future they trust is theirs.
There is time enough for me
to wonder about each one of them,
about what their lives will be like
ten, twenty, years from now
and if our world will be kinder then
to children, not least freeing
the imagination from its capture.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
with our best pencils,
talking about shapes and colours,
about what inspires us and what doesn't,
and how we wish we could draw like Chloe!
(Note: Chloe is our lovely friend in Cornwall who is an incredibly awesome artist.)
Sunday, January 6, 2013
each time I move.
Needing to feel her body
in contact with mine.
I reach to touch my hand,
stroke her soft warm belly.
She stretches a leg and sighs.
I never get over this -
how simple yet incredible,
and ultimately how unimportant
the difference in our species.
And how purely
Love can be shared.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
chattering over breakfast in the mudflats.
Early dogs sniffing through seaweed
excited by what the tide has left.
Offering up my face to the fine mist of the rain
eyes feasting on the soft colours of reeds, pebbles, boats...
Will remember to take my camera next time! Just had my phone with me today to take these pics.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
is singing in the next room
keeping me awake.
I lay in bed torn between
annoyance and cherishing,
noting how annoyance brings guilt
and cherishing brings bittersweet
awareness of change.
And that's how easily I slip
out of this moment,
into looking back at it
through imaginary future eyes,
tinted with fear of loss.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
iciness of water,
dog barking at our cries.
Here where you died,
we are being so alive
and suddenly I know,
this is the best way
to honour you.