Small Stone #5:
Weariness invades my body
Tired beyond beliefe
From driving, and sitting, and waiting
Hours on end for answers
When silence visits, sits with me
Like an old dear friend
Sleep becomes my mantra.



Small Stone #6:
This year did not start off as planned
Within the first few days of new beginnings
Chaos reigned supreme
The unfathomable happens, but I welcome
Each day with open arms, open heart,
A day of miracles because it's given as a
Gift to be cherished. 

Small Stone #4:
Harsh red of lights flashing
Whir of machines,
Beeps that signify an unknown code
Waiting, seconds ticking on the clock
Prognosis,diagnosis, what steps to take next
He's stablized, thank God
Gazing at the elderly man in the hospital bed
Later driving home in the darkness of night
Lights, stars, blur, blinding becoming one.

Small Stone #3:
The last rays of sun dying on the horizon
Not shrinking from it's ending
But making a grand and sparkly exit
Dazzled,
The moon throws his cloak of darkness
Across the sky
Stars twinkle,
Windows to the Universe.

Small Stone #2:
Countryside
Vast spaces of grass
Untouched natural beauty
Only two horses
Stroll upon. 

On the first day of the new year I am embarking on a new prjoect.  It is Small Stones from the Writing Our Way Home site.  I love to write what I call spark writing, but in reading information about Small Stones I realize that spark writing and small stones are the same.  This writing challenge, to write a small piece every day will open up and free me creatively.  If I'm writing small, then I'm going to choose the best word that fits.  The limits end up expanding my boundaries.  Thinking of the best word causes me to brainstorm.  The brainstorming frees up my mind, and thought process to go on to write from a deeper well.  This is observation of the world around and mindful writing in action.

Pelting rain against my window
Halo of fog hovering
Bare tree branches stretch
And I awaken to another day
Filled with wonder.