Small stone: Jan. 31: Grateful

Small stones, you've been good
to me. Better than I've been
to you, these past few days.
You didn't change my life,
but you just might have changed
my month. I'm grateful I met you.

#smallstone

Small stone: Jan. 29

Small patch of blue off on the horizon, you make me smile.
Wide swath of blue overhead (even for just an hour), I think I love you.
Entire sky of blue? I can't remember the last time I saw you.

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Small stone: Jan. 27

I feel loss
or the threat of loss
pressing in
on all sides.

My heart lodged
in my throat for hours
today, beating, thumping,
I choked on the sweet and steady
drumbeat. Alive alive alive.

I feel loss
or the threat of loss
pressing in
on all sides.

#smallstone

Small stone: Jan. 26

Crazy-making circle
goes 'round. I judge others
for their judging of me.

Now, to breathe.
Om.
Judgement free.

#smallstone

Small stone: Jan. 24: Thankful

It only took me about 40 years to believe it, but my mother was right: "Sher, you need a day of rest. Everyone needs a day of rest. You can't work seven days in a row."

#smallstone #thankfulforsabbath #weekendwoot

Small stone: Jan. 23

Having a short attention span is both rough and helpful.
Rough = I learn the same lessons, over and over.
Helpful = I learn the same lessons, over and over. 

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Small stone: Jan. 22

The joy of head to pillow cannot be underestimated.

#smallstone #smalleststoneyet

Small stone: Jan. 21

Belting out both sides of a Sheryl Crow-Sting duet while driving today, grateful for the suspension of disbelief that allows me to think a) I can sing, and b) no one knows what I'm up to in my little steel-glass bubble.

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Small stone: Jan. 20

Missed a day of small stone writing (Saturday), but rather than trying to make it up, I'm calling it a lost small stone. Some day I'll find it, I'm sure.

For today:



Flat, gray, somber,
winter Mondays stretch
out, hour after hour, Eeyore plodding
through Hundred Acre Wood.
Where's the sunshine bouncing
off my walls, energy
to spare? Where is Tigger
to see me through to spring?

#small stone

Small stone: Jan. 19

One day it occurs to me: Old emotions
are just that, ancient. Decrepit thoughts
I'm amazed can still be dredged up.
I clean up, then, sweeping out the dust of tired tears,
Breathing in the fresh air of right now,
this minute. Present to myself.

#smallstone #imalittleslow #emotionalgrowthishard