Three Small Stones

As I have not included a photo today, please allow your imaginations create appropriate illustrations for this post._#1Dripping green catkins on the hornbeam tree.  Damp, heavy soil smell.  I peer into the curious light of the young catkins.  Sneakers slosh each ardent step down the hill.  I lift my chin: the hornbeam treetop, with its…… Continue reading Three Small Stones

Solitude, My Sweet Sacrament

Yesterday I deactivated my Facebook account for an indefinite period of time, in hopes of restoring a part of me that I am losing.  This part of me is my ability to be alone, to think independently, to not rely on the approval of others, and to develop stronger, deeper, and more meaningful relationships.  It…… Continue reading Solitude, My Sweet Sacrament

Let’s Not Diagnose Each Other Unnecessarily

The rose is without why,it blooms because it blooms,It pays no attention to itself, asks not whether it is seen.Angelus SilesiusAttempting to improve oneself is not always harmful, although it can become a form of greed.  It can leave one wanting, leave one desiring, leave one without fulfillment.  Being a perfectionist and constantly trying to…… Continue reading Let’s Not Diagnose Each Other Unnecessarily

On Writing Small Stones (And A Few Of My Own)

It’s a challenge to write when we’re uninspired, when nothing extraordinary leaps out. Most of the time, the reason there is such a resistance to writing during these times is the expectation. There’s an expectation to write very well, to say something groundbreaking or different, and in the struggle to write something unique, we may…… Continue reading On Writing Small Stones (And A Few Of My Own)

Eternity. Traces. Color. Snow.

Here are some more small poems I’ve written for A River of Stones.1.7.11Perfect penmanship on the euthanasia record.My purring cat enters the ellipses…(This one I wrote for my cat, Midnight, who died recently. May he rest peacefully with God.)1.8.11glossy twilit fingerprintsyour spontaneous tracesjust as good asany autograph1.9.11first firework pop—bursting color and lightthese honest words1.10.11January light:melting…… Continue reading Eternity. Traces. Color. Snow.

How I Used To Pray

Dear God, Please help me to be much better, to never snap at others when I am frustrated, to not need rest, to gather every person in the entire world to you.  May my arms never become weak from the weight of this burden.  May I be perfect and proud of my perfection. I would…… Continue reading How I Used To Pray