Jan 2012’s last small stone

At the end of 2011 it seemed that autumn had passed the baton straight to spring, leaving winter on the margin, leaving us to wonder if it was just biding its time or would it be a 2012 wallflower, leaving crocuses, daffodils, the first leaves of the tulips in the old cracked pot to the drape of tonight;s frost.

small stone No 29, Jan 2012

There were three bells for inviting, a candle, incense, matches, match holder, red and white flowers (for life), the wheel of life embroidered on two square cloths spaced evenly on a brown silk runner across the centre of the quiet room. Then there were circles –people, walls and windows inside, branches in winter dress outside.

small stone No 27, Jan 2012

I watch as the sky changes from a well tended to neglected fire, settles with colours like the morning's ashes and finally, it’s like the inside of a coal hole –unremitting dark.

small stone No. 26, Jan 2012

I arrive for the close of school day rush, children, parents, teachers performing a collecting dance  -I watch a small girl have a plaster put on her knee

small stone: deep feelings No 25, Jan 2012

The power of music never ceases to amaze me –the ability of melody to catch in my throat, to unnerve my heart –yesterday a choral version of Nimrod, earlier today Paul Simon and now,  listening to Leonard Cohen Live in London with some almost unbearably poignant word-tune combinations,  I weep.

small stone No 24, Jan 2012

An early morning blessing of freshly squeezed lemon juice, honey and hot water – sharp, clear, unadorned; a way into the day, leading me forward into creativity with confidence.

small stone No 23, Jan 2012

Today at Bridge, Quilting, and my Poetry Workshop I count points, measure inches, seek out sounds of surprise  -all demand the same focus of eye, mind and memory, all aim for accuracy and enjoyment, all compose different, new neural connections. Time for dreams to sort and settle ready for tomorrow.