The first five days

A Summers Evening, by Darren Flinders

A Summers Evening, by Darren Flinders

What a wonderful first five days of Awake August! It’s been very special to see so many people engaging with the world, and with the written word.

There have been some days this week when I have encountered something in the world and I have known straight away that it’s what I’ll be writing about.

On Monday morning Satya and I walked alongside the River Severn, heading towards Worcestershire. There were many things that caught my eye; some unusual wildflowers that I hadn’t seen before; a female blackbird, feather’s all puffed up, sitting on the arm of a canal lock; snuffling dogs; water rushing over the weir; a beautifully painted narrowboat chugging along the river more slowly than we were walking; but when I saw the skeleton-like ruins of an old boat, half-hidden under the overhanging trees, I knew that’s what I would be writing about:

the dirt coloured bones of an old narrowboat
brambles with white/pink flowers, nettles
a swan turns in the dark water

There have been some days when I reached the evening and my notebook page was still blank. Once, I cast my mind back over the day, searching for something to write about; once I wrote about the wall in front of me; and once, as the day drew to a close, I saw a fox playing in the garden:

In the twilight, half-light, quarter-light, we watch a young fox in the bottom of the garden. He’s chasing his tail, or something I can’t see, a moth maybe. He rolls on the lawn. Then back on to his feet, playing or hunting, or both. The sky darkens, the fox becomes a deeper shadow in the night. Then suddenly he’s gone, the white spot on his tail disappearing into the dark.

Every day I have checked in with the small stones group on Facebook, and the #AwakeAugust on Twitter, and have been deeply impressed by some of the writing I have seen. I have connected with other people’s lives, and with places on the other side of the world. I have seen beautiful things that I wouldn’t have seen, and I have seen mundane things made beautiful through your writing.

pre-dawn, the desk lamp throws its light into the room casting long shadows
my morning tea, the banana plant, a stack of notebooks
they lighten as the sun rises

Reconnecting with small stones, has also allowed me to reconnect with beautiful writing in general. As I was setting up this month’s challenge, and over the past five days, I’ve sought out good poetry, and beautiful creative non-fiction. I’ve slowly sunk into these longer pieces of writing; I’ve entered the eye, the ear, the nose, or the mouth, of the text; I’ve touched the writer’s world with their skin, and my skin together; I’ve steeped myself in their words, and come out differently the other side.

Thank you to everyone that’s written even just one small stone this month, I hope you are getting as much from this practice as I am. I look forward to spending the rest of Awake August with you.

 

 

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