Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Small stone: January 31, 2012

The last day of January's River of Stones

It’s time to observe inwardly today.
Each January day has included a time for seeing
something different in my world.
Today, the search centers: how have I changed?





Monday, January 30, 2012

Small stone: January 30, 2012


Every morning meditation takes me
into that quiet forest where the breathing of the trees
is the essence and the quiet chirp of a bird
is awareness that my mind will move from silence
to action. How it moves will be today’s choice.


And then there crept a little noiseless noise among the leaves,
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.

  – John Keats

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Small stone: January 29, 2012


A raven pair soaring
and swooping nearby hills and park
for much of the winter. Today,
an escort of several juveniles:
an unkindness of ravens




Saturday, January 28, 2012

Small stone: January 28, 2012


My journey of the small stones is about reflecting.
Overhead startlingly blue, but wind-shimmering water
fragments the moment.
A friend’s loving old dog mirrors affection,
whole and accurate.
Sky, water, human, dog.


Friday, January 27, 2012

Small stone: January 27, 2012


A friend slices the banana
into his cereal in unequal size bites.
Seems like lack of attention to proper order!
He says, “I like every bite to be a bit different.
Lesson learned.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Small stone: January 26, 2012


Feeling unconnected and unobservant.
Walking past the cabinetmaker’s shop,
a primal scent: freshly cut oak.
I am suddenly present,
yet deeply in the past.
My Dad cutting wood.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Small stone: January 25, 2012


Trees. Companions on this journey,
admiring how they survive.
Question this morning:
When is my bark protection, when a scar,
and when is it simply the outer part of me?