Monday, January 9, 2012

small stone #9

take down the "likes", and the "comments" and the "followers" and the "friends" and the "twitters"...take it all down and come back to your heart; it's all fresh and new now...can't you see?

Sunday, January 8, 2012

smallstone #8

intimate, authentic, unmasked; these are words that occupy my mind today and I contemplate the ways of integrating the actual experience of them into consciousness/being.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

small stone #7

what a luxury to have the time to lie in bed and not have to rush somewhere.
what a luxury to feel the suns heat on my face and watch the dog give kitty a bath.
what a luxury to notice it all.


Friday, January 6, 2012

small stone#6

this is mindfulness:
bending head back in the shower stall feeling the hot water soak my head and clear my mind.
bending over, bending knee, grabbing shoe with both hands, pulling back the tongue, pushing the foot inside, giving it it's home for stepping out into the world.
moving hand holding cup to mouth, tasting first bursts of fresh ground french roast coffee, sliding down the back of my throat, being reminded to be present with the words that move out into the atmosphere this day.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

small stone #5

it's 6 a.m., I can't not get up and sit for twenty minutes. after days of mind reeling activity, this morning I can commit to watching myself be present and know instinctively how being quiet this morning will bear itself out through the day. I am grateful to know the benefits of kindness and gentleness to myself.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

small stone #4

"reassessing for clarity", that's what I just read, and I find myself wanting to push out of these current present moments hoping the next one will feel better, freer, less constrained. I just want out of mind this morning. My thoughts make my stomach burn and jump; then I turn to my left and the sun is showing itself over the mountains. I've got a kitty on my lap and the other nuzzled up with the dog. This moment I can take.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

small stone #3

through the whir of the heater
birdsong can be heard
crystal rainbows dance off the wall
and possibility fills the air.