Ageless Woods

January 31, 2001 (I cheated on the rules, a bit today, as this is something I wrote in the Fall of 1989, but I have always like it, so I wanted to publish it here.) Out in the ageless woods, where there is no marking of time, at least not in years, seasons appear and disappear but not much else changes. lp

Saturday's small stone: Creativity: Personality traits, wonderfully complex, formed in utter seclusion, formed by Deity.

Innovation feels like a soothing smooth stone when brought to fruition.

Wednesday Small Stone

Small Stone for Wednesday: Over the fence lies the stillness of an empty lawn. No giggles, no "revs", no arfs; just the lonely caw of a jay.

Small Stones 3 - Need Exercise?

Park out farther so you walk down the road past the neighbour's tree,
split rail and breathe fresh air. lp

What's this? See the earlier post.

Small Stones

I was cruising the blogs, the other day, when I found one that had a challenge to write little short passages about a polished moment of paying proper attention, called 'small stones'. Reason for the exercise was to choose something to write about every day, to help you to connect, to help you to love everything you see - the light and the dark, the happy and the sad, the beautiful and the ugly. The PROCESS of paying attention is what's important.

I originally did this first post in my other blog. I am repeating it here, along with today's new little stone:

Blades . . . emerald blades . . . arbitrarily random . . . soft, velvety and verdant . . . with the weight of the morning. Weight not hard to bear, not a millstone but life's vitality "a vapor that appeareth for a little while and then vanishes away". lp

Saturday's small stone:

Living in crowded conditions brings a need for order and restrictions--on you and them. Rather than forfeit independence, I'd druther have space. lp