The dozen red roses that I bought for myself are beginning to pass, their velvet petals pulling back to reveal tangled gold stamens. My fifth day of my small stone writing practice – leaning into this process of producing one tiny parcel of words a day.

Far out to sea, along the line of an almost invisible horizon, a ship hovers, seemingly suspended between sea and sky. My fourth day of my small stone writing practice and I can’t tell you how what a difference it is making to the way I see the world around me, the way I think of myself and the way I approach my writing. Rediscovering the joy of words.

The syncopated pulse of lighthouses punctuate the night, reassuring defenders against the dark: true fishermen’s friends. This is my third small stone, a writing practice that I began at the start of this week. To read more, please check out the first post. Also, you might want to check out Amanda Oaks’ first small stone on Words Dance: First Day of School – poignant and gorgeous.

Seed wishes caught in spiderwebs tremble in the breeze of an oncoming storm. This is my second small stone, a writing practice that I began at the start of this week. To read more, please check out the first post.

Today I am starting something new. I am starting the practice of small stones. Small stones are very short descriptions of a moment where you were completely present, completely engaged, completely conscious. For me, a small stone is a tiny fragment of the sacred that is available to us in the seemingly quotidian moment. It’s a way of calling me back to myself. So every day I am going to post a small stone. Some moment, some person, some object that I have taken the time to notice and to celebrate in words. It is my hope that this practice will not only continually bring me back to the present, but…