Mindful Writing Day

waking up to rememberance of jealousy, pangs of embarrassment.
wanting to forgive, the solar plexus recoils and churns.
and then, Handel’s Messiah rings out Halleluja reigning down as salve.
the poison is the medicine.

#smallstone

A Few Stones Along the Riverbed

Information lies dormant inside this heart.
Reading her words evokes possibility awakening me from inertia.

heart pounds when the mind is unsure;
one word, one gesture, one thought
turns pound to soft.

wind kisses my cheek
this is god.

Things New.....

Coming back now, memory of re-membering.
Fragrance filters in and there seems to be a somatic continuance of experience.
Once lost/now found.

Smallstone #29

pressing the shutter an image appears,
edits take place
the visual pours into mind
through the heart and out the mouth;
Never Could I Have Imagined What You've Given Me.

Smallstone #28 rain taps the window

rain taps window by desk,
tears on cheeks awaken sound sleep.

Smallstone #27 by hand...

by hand:
blend brown and white sugars,
whisk 2 adobe shelled eggs,
turn in creamy peanut butter creating a honey liquid.
fold in dry ingredients;
teaspoon dropped/cross-hatched.
14 minutes of waiting and wafting;
1 minute to eat with ice cold milk.

Smallstone #26

it began with a dollop of water to the head from a scotch pine;
the earth drank its due
showing her satiation through
every leaf and branch and stone and the air.