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.
ILLUMINATION
Dead leaf, caught and pressed against the screen,
transformed by a fleeting ray of sunshine
into a golden, gem-studded heart.
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. :-)
ReplyDeleteI've been writing my small stones on my blogspot blog.
http://positivekismet.blogspot.com/2013/01/musings-trust.html
Eliz
Thank you for your kind comments, Eliz. I am off next to visit your stones!
DeleteI 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?)
ReplyDeleteYour 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.
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