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 Bright The Moon!

I was just thinking how bright the moon!
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

Hello February! Happy Imbolc!

Well, I didn't quite make it through the last few days of the Small Stones January challenge, coming to an abrupt halt on the 26th! Which doesn't mean that my days have been suddenly empty of moments and unobserved. All those observations and moments just never made into the shape of words on a page so just kind of floated back into the flow of time.

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.