Satya writes: Day 29! Day 29! Three days to go! Three days to go!
Do tell us (as well as posting your small stone) how many days you’ve managed during the month so far.
And do tell us if you have any plans for what’s next – might you continue posting on our Facebook group occasionally? Might you write a small stone every Sunday? I hope you’re hooked…
PS I’ve written a piece on being delighted with bad reviews (and the dangers of falling for either praise or blame) on my author blog, here.
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So far I have managed to post every day – long may it continue! Here is today’s stone:Last night the strong wind blewthe wind-chimes down from the tree.How joyfully they jingledas I hung them back again!
Back to my roots for inspiration – reading & dancing – activities I have neglected, is that one of the reason my creativity is at an all time low? I need to feed my inner muse, I need to nurture the creativity inside, I cannot run on empty© Freya Pickard 2013
I’m on track with one every day in January. I plan to keep it up!so many worlds all in one placecheap and tawdry, sexy and mysteriousmodern and years past, cowboys and spiessoulful and unmoving, inspiring and courageousall found in the kindle storeour new version of the five and dimewww.danassmallstones.blogspot.com
Posted every day so far — and hope to continue the practice into February! It brightens winter!***Streams of bird-words in the trees this morningnone of them sound like spring
Two for today:fogcloaks the entire airport landing fieldnot even the bright orange windsockshows its color.——————–fogshrouds the FedEx drop.I know it is thereeven thoughI can’t see it.[So far, 29 for 29 days, and loving the practice!] http://tinyriversplash.blogspot.com
A Gentle Elfje ‘Wave’ trio:numerologywhat countsthree birds flyacross the bay windowtweetingsettlingupon the upper roofsearch gutters for any amount -seedsfoodcompactly wrappedto energize them throughout this unusual winterweather(I’ve posted every day …since the very first challenge and perhaps like breathing I imagine I’ll continue into the future…) I also plan to come back and read some of the wonderful posts here that I didn’t get to read yet. Thanks for everyone for anytime that you have participated!!!
MarkingsI was reading from photocopies of pages in a book.Then I noticed what I was doing.On the white pages were black markings.The markings were letters arranged in words and sentences.Those images are just there passively.The ways the ink is arranged can trigger understanding in my mind. These are just characters on a page.Yet the collections of characters contain meanings.I grew up learning English as my native language.In other counties children learned other languages.Some children can read and write in several languages.I can go online and notice markings of those languages.It makes no sense to me when I look at Hindi, Arabic and Russian.I pass through ethnic neighborhoods where I can identify the Korean or Spanish on the signs.So the marks of my fellow citizens are foreign to me.Likewise many of those people do not read English.Yet inside these mere markings are thoughts, images, and feelings.Words, sentences and paragraphs are clever containers.The markings can be placed on a computer monitor, page of paper, billboard or monument Reading and writing are wonderfully useful.But from a certain perspective the markings of the letters in the text are oddly irrational.If we did not bring agreed meaning to the symbols called letters then they would all be scribbles.
Watching the rain splatter as the hazard lights tick.waiting for the orange van to come and rescue me.feeling deeply frustrated and annoyed as cars fly past.
THANKS again for opening this door.THANKS for holding the door open for me and others.THANKS for facilitating the growth and health of the community.THANKS for your excellent leadership.I have this year posted daily.I have enough in draft form to complete the month.Last year I planned to publish daily but did not reach that goal.This time I learned much about my surroundings, self, mind and writing skills. I plan to continue writing small stones and publishing them on the FB page as well as my blog just for small stones. http://jsosmallstones2013.blogspot.com/ Currently I am serving as the house manager of an upscale sober house. I am the designated adult for these men in their twenties that got tangled up with drugs or alcohol. Their family put them in rehab and this is the kind of half way house for them to go into the world to behave responsibly. My compensation for the part time work is room and board plus Internet connection. I am using this year to develop healthy habits including meditation, journaling and creative writing. This season of my life has allowed me to invest much time in writing and editing the small stones. I am also working on the educational nonprofit that has been in my heart for years. I hope it will be launched in less than a year. My income is tiny. Yet when it increases one of the top priorities is to take the online courses that WOWH offers. That will unfold in due season.
The February fire hydranton the corner of Main Street and something:we see it as ochre yellow–but dare to get a bit closer.A patch has burst and peeled,like a scabby sore in winter;there’s a dime-sized drop of redwhere layers of yellow should be.Maybe someone will sand it,paint it over again,bring early spring to the world.Katherine GotthardtCopyright 29, 2013
I’ve written every day and have come out with some poems based on the boosters. Thank you so much! You have made me think in different ways.http://katherinegotthardtpoetry.wordpress.com/
I’ve enjoyed this. I’m looking forward to reviewing what I’ve written over the month, looking at any patterns, what I’ve concentrated on, missed out and the like. I hope to keep it going.——–a bowl of steaming vegetable soupplaced in front of exhaustion
I’ve written at least one haiku-like small stone each day in January. I hope to continue this practice in February and beyond!Here’s today’s:the rain still tapsthe woodpecker’s songat midnight
Tangerine zest lies drying on the hearth, its scent a zing in the air.Every day so far and will try to do the same in February. And on. It’s a battle… your very helpful prompts have taught me how to let the small stone speak… but I still keep interrupting.
The faucet loosely shut. Glistening droplets pelt & patter.
Daily prompt of StonesNot rejected by buildersHave become Nuggets
Also my plans include using Magcloud http://www.magcloud.com/ by HP as a way to gather, edit and publish the small stones I wrote this month. I may include the small stones I wrote last year too.
A slight moderation in the temperatureand an overnight fall of an inch of slushy snowhave opened up a small puddleon the flooded summer soccer field.Already, a pair of duck lovers have reclaimed their conjugal bed.
Behind the wipers, the city wears mist like furry mould. I think of all the grey in life, that once was black and white.I have posted a smallstone every day so far. Am likely to post one occasionally on Facebook and like the idea of a Sunday posting.
“…Do tell us … how many days you’ve managed during the month so far. And do tell us if you have any plans for what’s next…”My friend, Roy, did this last year, and I joined him for a while until I was dragged off for a week or so in the Yucatán. After I went off, another companion, Kerry, popped in to keep Roy company on the journey.I stumbled on this year’s announcement back in December (no idea how come) and I brow beat Roy into doing another season. He’s set up Stone River for us (including last year’s late guest, and a new one this year), and we’ve had a fun time. As for what’s next, I don’t know. I might try writing a prayer a day for Lent, like I’ve done the past three or four years, or I might not, given that last year’s efforts were annoying and lame.
Flooded roads,hide lethal potholes,new found ponds,ducks’ delight.
I started a week late but doubled up and stayed on course. I’ve enjoyed the creative unfolding and journey with this magical exercise. I plan to continue to write small stones weekly. http://positivekismet.blogspot.com/2013/01/reflections-winters-call.htmlThank you! Eliz
This small stone came to me today as I was painting the window frames in our cabana and thinking about all the other small stones I have read recently.
White paint, like snow, covers a lot of ugly.I have written one every day. Some are really bad, some are OK, and there are several that I am proud of. Mostly, though, I am happy with what the writing has brought to understanding myself. I plan to continue writing one a day and post them on my blog:http://writingwhileunder.blogspot.com
I think I only missed one or two days.On our walk this morning, even though it had stopped snowing, the air was wet and humid. When I took a picture of the snow covered playground and the moon hanging low above it, the light of the flash reflected off the fog that hung thick in the air. It looked like I’d taken a picture of a ghost, because my naked eyes saw nothing, only clear sky, but my camera had captured something entirely different, thick cold phantom air.(see accompanying picture)
My hands! My hands!They thirst for the feel of paint!They seek the sexiness of fingertips on paper, spiraling and dotting the movements of my Dervish life!
Late afternoon,I stop to check for mail.Across the field perched at the very top of an evergreen tree is a large crow that scolds me as I cross the road to the mailbox.As I get back in the car and drive off, I see the crow take flight, still scolding.
What’s next?I hope to continue to write one a day for the rest of the year.
Day 29The dark night peers into my living roomwhere I linger,the hum of the refrigerator my only company.- Maureen Bailey
Day 29Life is faith hikingTested for perseverancePraying for courage (every day – this is #29)
Taqueriasmall businesses are getting even smaller on every street corner a taqueria boasting quality food travels on wheels protected by Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe© 2013 Renee Espriu
Smallstones#29Despite my warm coat, hat, fluffy scarf and gloves – as I step out the door, early morning shivers me awake.