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Small Stones 10
Sycamore branches reach out to the top deck of the passing bus, their four-point leaves caressing the window panes. If you want to read about my small stones practice, check out my first small stones post.
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Towards a New Design
I’ve been thinking a lot about my small stones practice and how much I am enjoying evoking a moment’s conscious experience into a condensed phrase. So, when I started to consider a change in the design of this site, I set myself a task: to write a series of small stones that captured the essence of how I want my site to look*. I took each of these small stones from very vivid visual memories that span the years from around 3 to 30, and, as I read through them, I see certain similarities cropping up, themes which are on the verge of announcing themselves… What patterns, themes etc. can…
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Small Stones 9
Smooth silver water reflecting back smooth silver sky: a symphony in monochrome. If you want to read about my small stones practice, check out my first small stones post.
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Small Stones 8
Slender tendrils of smoke rise from the incense slanted askew in its holder, the gathering ash reading to drop; fragrant, heady, sacred. If you want to read about my small stones practice, check out my first small stones post.
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On the Strandline
I posted this story a while back on my old blog, but it’s been pulling at heart recently, so I thought I’d share it again here. Afterall, if this is going to be the space where I share my writing, then my fiction deserves a wee look in too, every now and again… If you didn’t catch it before, I hope you enjoy it, and if it’s already familiar to you, then perhaps it’ll bear up to a second reading. On the Strandline We are beachcombers. We two cast our gaze wide over the strandline, plundering shingle and shale for treasure hidden in plain sight. The gradations of blue on…
