This was my last week of writing a "small stone" each day as part of the Mindful Writing Challenge. It's been a wonderful experience, and I definitely plan to participate again next January! (Not sure what this is all about? You can read more on the Writing Our Way Home January "Small Stones" tradition here, and also check out my original post on the topic.)
Days 1 to 4 - here
Days 5 to 10 - here
Days 11 to 17 - here
Days 18 to 24 - here
Snow-reflected winter sun beams through the skylight
Bathes my closed, drowsy eyes in soft warmth
Turns the dreamy world behind my vision to radiant red-gold.
thoughts and words scatter and swirl
like pink spring blossoms that fall and spiral in a playful wind
and cannot be collected or contained
let's eat a bowlful of summer:
cherry tomatoes cut into juicy halves
torn leaves of green lettuce
crisp yellow peppers, thinly sliced
let's eat a bowlful of summer,
close our eyes,
it's not January.
every morning, clockwork ritual
vertical blinds fly open with a dramatic whoosh
three cats converge, jockey for position on the sofa back
the perfect spot to watch the world go by
three wise monkeys
elbow to elbow, knee to knee, tails entwined
speaking, hearing, seeing no evil
gathered, shaped, polished
a humble handful:
thirty-one small stones
Did you participate in the Mindful Writing Challenge this year?
(Original post in Alphabet Salad.)
Laurel Regan blogs about life as she lives it at Alphabet Salad - "an eclectic assortment of rants & ramblings."
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