Thursday, January 31, 2013

Small Stone - Jan 31

The last day of the month, the last small stone…for now.  Happy to have read so many wonderful thoughts from around the world.  Thanks to all for sharing!

one more
for the road
last dance

Once again, thank you, Fiona and Kaspa!

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Small Stone  -  Jan 30

snowy egret
do you know
how beautiful
you are

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Small Stone - Jan 29

between each ripple
I exhale the day

Monday, January 28, 2013

Small Stone - Jan 28

just a passing thought...

cool hand luke
how I miss
paul newman's eyes

he would have turned 88 on Januray 26th. 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Small Stone - Jan 27

forecast – snow
in the mountains
as the sun
quietly slips
into the harbour

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Small Stone - Jan 26

Once we got onto Interstate 5 this morning it took almost an hour to go eight miles.  As soon as we slowed down to a stop I checked SigAlert and saw that there was an accident only a few miles away so we continued to bear it out.  All the ramps were jammed with cars trying to get off the freeway, which caused everyone to slow down even more when those cars got back on the freeway at the next ramp.  Several near-miss accidents almost occurred as most drivers were now on their cell phones.  I wasn’t driving so I rolled the window down and took pictures of anything interesting and a few angry people.  Then, I looked up.

overhead, a flock of seagulls

Friday, January 25, 2013

Small Stones - Jan 25

This morning I felt the presence of my grandmother, the grandmother I never knew.  I wondered if she was aware that her daughter was not well, and wished that she could be with her.  I felt the pain of her absence that mom had to bear all these years, and started to cry.  I felt my grandmother’s presence again, and then she was gone.

rainy day
was that you
or just a rose
in the wind

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Small Stone - Jan 24

Mom had a bad night and called me twice before dawn.  It had rained all night into the morning when I finally realized my car window was down.  Tired, I sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and watched my dog nibble on some forgotten Cherios.  I decided to not watch, read, or listen to the news today.

how calm the ocean can be
midwinter storm

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Small Stone - Jan 23

Have you ever been at that right time and place, when all of a sudden, the scene before you was so indescribably beautiful that you couldn’t believe what you were seeing, and you let your mind drift so far away in its beauty that you forgot where you were, snapping picture after picture, trying to capture the moment as if you were on an exotic island, drifting further out to sea, away from reality, hoping it was real, keeping it real, when all along you’ve lived there your whole life and you just didn’t realize how beautiful every day could really be?

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Small Stone - Jan 22

Today I visited one of my best friends.  I hadn’t seen her since I visited her in the hospital several months ago after she took a tumble down a steep embankment in her backyard.  Battling polio as a child, she developed a great positive attitude early in life so her recovery was quite quick.  Today, we shared a few songs on our iPods, talked about our kids, grandkids, caught up on all that was going on in our lives, and then we started talking about her flight in the backyard.  She was pruning some roses along the bank in her mobile scooter when her hand hit the wrong gear and the scooter took off over the bank, with her on it.  The scooter was heavy so it rolled down the bank as she was tossed up in the air.  While she was telling her story she had that look in her eye and started to laugh.  That made me start to giggle and prompted me to ask her what in the world was she thinking as she went over the bank?

“I was flying, and it was really nice!  And I thought, this is what it must feel like to be an angel!”

We were both laughing out loud now and I couldn’t resist, “You had that much time to think about it?”

She was still laughing when she said, “Yeah, it was great, until I hit the ground!

Cleo is well and healed, and so full of positive energy and life, and will be 92 in April.

you can only know
the true age of an oak tree
by counting its rings