Small Stones
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A Wave of Consciousness
The white of the blanket wrapped around my tired shoulders calls to the restless white edges of the waves that throw themselves against the breakwater before dissolving into salted spray and the fleeting memory of what it once felt like to be a wave.
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A Harbour Moment 2
Remnants of snow cling to the frozen earth, and the swan’s bill stays tucked beneath wing. Spring feels distant today.
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An Epic Small Stone
An epic battle between orc & man plays loudly in the background, while I stare at the sky & the endless march of cloud on cloud.
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Small Stones 16
A low flying cygnet, feathers downy grey, neck outstretched, great wings brushing tall grasses, struggles to gain altitude. If you want to read about my small stones practice, check out my first small stones post.
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Small Stones 15
A friend calls – she gathers together the pieces of me, and holds them close for safe-keeping. If you want to read about my small stones practice, check out my first small stones post.
