tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56084883071321015382024-03-06T00:51:14.793-08:00marysriverofstonesA small stone is a very short piece of writing that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment. ~
fiona robyn, co-creator of
Writing Our Way HomeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-82236805289240558912013-12-09T19:40:00.001-08:002013-12-09T19:40:41.635-08:00Gratitude Stone #6Appreciation for the quiet that follows an evening of illness.<div>No pressure in the temples; thank you.</div><div>No heaving in the gut; thank you.</div><div>And the chimes clear the night air.</div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-5269057226487289692013-12-05T21:32:00.001-08:002013-12-05T21:32:13.900-08:00Gratitude stone #5remembering Rohatsu/buddha's awakening/Morning Star;<div>when filing, answering the phone, driving the car, walking Lucy,</div><div>all is practice and all is opportunity for awakening</div><div>again and again</div><div>over and over.</div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-11273386160347747332013-12-05T21:29:00.001-08:002013-12-05T21:29:52.868-08:00Gratitude Stone#4a most elegant setting sun<div>amidst raging winds</div><div>bringing winter weather.</div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-25703375600258388832013-12-03T20:07:00.001-08:002013-12-03T20:07:45.758-08:00gratitude stone #3He purrs<div>He cackles</div><div>He stares me down</div><div>He's not foolin'</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyFispBaw8n4IVlz8zSGNA5yA9xo20Hr2LJ_617-vihAU3Ke3-URb1wOLPPREq395jBNbNgSmxFYYDTApACRRXDn7hp53X6gs2K-EwPI2qFtRyNOzxahHh75xH9GrehSOUToCRXyeZwKK/s640/blogger-image--1937574410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyFispBaw8n4IVlz8zSGNA5yA9xo20Hr2LJ_617-vihAU3Ke3-URb1wOLPPREq395jBNbNgSmxFYYDTApACRRXDn7hp53X6gs2K-EwPI2qFtRyNOzxahHh75xH9GrehSOUToCRXyeZwKK/s640/blogger-image--1937574410.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-64402839235598293922013-12-02T16:46:00.000-08:002013-12-02T16:46:00.925-08:00#2 A Zinc Tongue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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the deep red cellophane entices opening<br />
the label claims "lozenge may shorten duration of cold".<br />
the lozenge dissolves/the tongue becomes dry and turns into a flapping piece of metal where once taste buds lived.</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-85337668886497335792013-12-02T09:17:00.002-08:002013-12-02T09:17:27.881-08:00Stones of Gratitude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Oh, sweet rejection, how you encourage me to keep moving forward.<br />
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waking up to rememberance of jealousy, pangs of embarrassment.<br />wanting to forgive, the solar plexus recoils and churns.<br />and then, Handel’s Messiah rings out Halleluja reigning down as salve.<br />the poison is the medicine.</div>
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-29287368651661734972013-10-27T13:01:00.003-07:002013-10-27T13:01:47.192-07:00A Few Stones Along the Riverbed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Information lies dormant inside this heart.<br />
Reading her words evokes possibility awakening me from inertia.<br />
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heart pounds when the mind is unsure;<br />
one word, one gesture, one thought<br />
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wind kisses my cheek<br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-36086883030876254082013-10-21T12:12:00.002-07:002013-10-21T12:12:37.735-07:00Things New.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Coming back now, memory of re-membering.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Fragrance filters in and there seems to be a somatic continuance of experience.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Once lost/now found.</span></div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-19088312490804846182013-01-29T18:03:00.001-08:002013-01-29T18:03:27.320-08:00Smallstone #29pressing the shutter an image appears,<br />
edits take place<br />
the visual pours into mind<br />
through the heart and out the mouth;<br />
Never Could I Have Imagined What You've Given Me.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-54926249137494185912013-01-28T17:30:00.000-08:002013-01-28T17:30:08.509-08:00Smallstone #28 rain taps the window<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
rain taps window by desk,<br />
tears on cheeks awaken sound sleep.<br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-76816929579392057442013-01-27T17:00:00.000-08:002013-01-27T17:00:43.944-08:00Smallstone #27 by hand...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>by hand:</i><br />
<i>blend</i> brown and white sugars,<br />
<i>whisk</i> 2 adobe shelled eggs,<br />
<i>turn</i> in creamy peanut butter creating a honey liquid.<br />
<i>fold</i> in dry ingredients;<br />
teaspoon dropped/cross-hatched.<br />
<i>14</i> minutes of waiting and wafting;<br />
<i>1</i> minute to eat with ice cold milk.<br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-48679606404681807972013-01-26T15:38:00.000-08:002013-01-26T15:38:56.297-08:00Smallstone #26<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
it began with a dollop of water to the head from a scotch pine;<br />
the earth drank its due<br />
showing her satiation through<br />
every leaf and branch and stone and the air.</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-15180647026734276612013-01-25T18:14:00.000-08:002013-01-25T18:14:40.412-08:00Smallstone #25<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
silence;<br />
response to what is.</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-8894095441469713292013-01-24T19:05:00.001-08:002013-01-24T19:05:20.039-08:00Smallstone #24 mind, body and spirit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
mind, body and spirit brought back to life with<br />
eucaplytus moving through nasal passages while<br />
spearmint finds its way to the neuropathways.</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-80397417269450057282013-01-23T16:35:00.004-08:002013-01-23T16:35:38.775-08:00#23 soft sienna clayed earth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-40957137940968262722013-01-22T16:16:00.000-08:002013-01-22T16:16:13.256-08:00Smallstone #22 bright shining smile<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
bright shining smile<br />
soprano/alto voice<br />
self-awareness beyond your years<br />
articulation/distortion/fast/furious fusion<br />
pouring out your Piscean fingers through your 7-string<br />
into the gloaming;<br />
and that will be that.</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-22332309034132574302013-01-21T15:49:00.001-08:002013-01-21T15:49:05.320-08:00Smallstone #21 embracing this momentembracing this moment;<br />
heart pounding/mind racing/deep breath;<br />
one one thousand, two one thousand,<br />
coming and going,<br />
still here.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-4715108116176562762013-01-20T16:16:00.002-08:002013-01-20T16:16:32.693-08:00Smallstone #20 ginger-ale...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
gingerale bubbling down the back of the throat<br />
followed by a shiver of cold that begins at the top of the shoulders,<br />
down the inside of the arms and voila!<br />
goosebumps!</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-35292254845151720452013-01-19T12:14:00.001-08:002013-01-19T12:14:10.344-08:00Smallstone #19 pota and pans...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
pots and pans all lined up like the ziegfeld follies;<br />
they know how to stay still.</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-24443656010843830812013-01-18T16:46:00.000-08:002013-01-18T16:46:22.777-08:00Smallstone #18 there were many...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There were many smallstones offered me today;<br />
the magic of a posse of starlings, twenty or more, navigating the wind and the light poles<br />
and; he asks, "Can you feel that?", after these little patches are attached at one end to my sacrum and the other to some square-boxed circuitry system with diodes. I say, "Whoa", as my flesh starts to ripple. He says, "I've barely just turned it on." I keep realizing just how sensitive I am.<br />
Then, I open up to the first poem from Mary Oliver's latest offering, "A Thousand Mornings"; Mary IS the smallstone.<br />
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Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-52544370318876834982013-01-17T17:51:00.005-08:002013-01-17T17:51:45.876-08:00Smallstone #17 fettuccine pasta...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
fettuccine pasta smothered in marinara sauce,<br />
crumbled sweet & spicey sausage,<br />
feta cheese soaked in olive oil,<br />
velvet moon cabernet,<br />
salt to taste,<br />
abondanza.</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-79033138945398510812013-01-16T17:11:00.002-08:002013-01-16T17:11:35.077-08:00Smallstone#16 there's no such thing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
there's no such thing as a quiet house;<br />
and then the refrigerator stops whirring<br />
and the dryer shuts off<br />
and the animals are at rest-<br />
oh.</div>
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-29572595874456732992013-01-15T14:38:00.001-08:002013-01-15T14:38:48.985-08:00Smallstone #1515a)<br />
textured mauve queen anne recliner<br />
winter sun penetrates cotton, no regard of frigid air<br />
watching the self cherishing; <br />
no judgement, no commentary.<br />
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15b)<br />
cupping the back of my head with your knowing hand-<br />
I am home<br />
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216167544833329555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608488307132101538.post-13019773471899310972013-01-14T17:11:00.003-08:002013-01-14T17:11:13.316-08:00Small stone #14 the cats won't leave...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the cats won't leave each other alone,<br />
Lucy's looking for hand-outs,<br />
savoring the brine stained kalamata -<br />
pit.</div>
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