Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013

I find as I put these observations that become small stones into words, that other layers of meaning are exposed, layers of which I was not consciously aware until I translated the images/sensations/feelings into words.  Day after day this has happened.  It is astonishing!  Does my mind know more than I do?  Does writing release understanding?  Or is it that scrutiny helps me understand myself and perhaps understand more of the world?  In a way, it doesn't matter how it happens, only that it does happen.  I do know that I will continue to write and see what emerges.  

In the stone below, the blemishes accumulated by a leaf turn it from detritus to treasure when viewed in revealing light.

Dead leaf, caught and pressed against the screen, 
transformed by a fleeting ray of sunshine 
into a golden, gem-studded heart.   


  1. This is a beautiful post... and like you, I've found the small stones to be a magical process of unfolding the unexpected and revealing what matters... I'm enjoying it. :-)
    I've been writing my small stones on my blogspot blog.

    1. Thank you for your kind comments, Eliz. I am off next to visit your stones!

  2. I am SO enjoying your small stones, Wilma, and this one is especially great. You are capturing moments of Belize so nicely that for a moment, I go there. (Many of my stones, conversely, are about snow! Remind you of your old winters?)

    1. Your small stones definitely remind me of my old winters - and in a good way! Glad I can provide some momentary escape for you, Nan. Cheers.