As many of you know I love journals. Remember this post and this one? ( Yes, it's an obsession!)
I write often, sometimes pages, sometimes just a few words. This is why when I came upon A River of Stones article in Sparrow Magazine I knew I would participate. Any reason to use my journals I tell you.
I began writing my small stones here, and in my journal, and then realized I really should have explained what it is all about. As the whole point of recording them here was to share the experience with those of you who may like to participate over at Writing Your Way Home.
Simply, a small stone is: a very short piece of writing that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment.
Here's a more detailed excerpt from the article:
A small stone is a very short piece of writing which describes something as precisely as possible. It can be in verse (like a poem), or it can simply be a sentence or two. You might keep a small notebook in your purse or by your bedside table to begin collecting the small stones you notice throughout your day.
There are three simple steps to creating a small stone.
- Keep your ears, eyes, nose, fingers, taste-buds and mind open.
- Observe something closely.
- Write it down.
A small stone might be a description of a pink sunset, or the noise of your cat’s rumbling purr. It might be the sheen of a bright green apple under your fingertips, or an overheard snippet of conversation about rock-climbing.
The most important part of writing small stones is noticing them in the first place. They encourage us to look outside ourselves, and to notice what’s around us. If we can remember to pause in the middle of our busy days, small stones will appear to us.
My small stones for the past couple days:
January 5, 2012
He's home. It's just the two of us.
This never happens with three children.
He may be sick but we're together and alone.
Everyone deserves some quiet time with their mom.
January 4, 2012
Today laundry and the small of Tide,
the smell reminds me of Liz.
The same smell brings her memories of her baby.
Sadness falls upon my heart.
She is always in my prayers.
January 3, 2012
Early morning, snowflakes fall.
It's cold.
It finally feels like winter.
What would your small stone be for today?