small stones: january 11-14

The virtual wastebasket is filled with discarded drafts. I've no small stones to share today. This doesn't mean I didn't pay attention to any moments this week. I did. But to put the perceptions and feelings into words, well, this morning that seems to be an impossible task.

I'm trying to write about water. This week I encountered it as snow, slush, rain, and in horrible, frightening, heart-breaking images of the Queensland floods. And now, stories from Brazil about the mudslides. Too much, too fast, unstoppable.

I was going to leave this post unpublished, but right after closing it, I checked twitter and read this:

Rather than fuss & make things more complicated than they need to be, I'm going to use this simple saying as today's small stone. I'm off for a walk around False Creek with Piper now so I'll have plenty of time to reflect on it.

Comments

[Barb]

Your Wintersleep photos are spectacular - I especially like the leaf. And you've turned a musing about not writing into your small stone!

[Elaine]

Thank you, Barb and you're right -- the musing although painful (as I really was trying to write something worth publishing) was insightful. Perhaps if I'm blocked, I still have more to learn about the "small stone" occupying my attention. I need to be patient.