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Small Stones Day 31: Final Flourish

Oh dear. I’ve not done very well at this, have I? January has been a funny old month and for several reasons hasn’t been a great start to my writing year. As the sun begins to rise a little higher in the sky each day, so hopefully will return my creative desire and joy of writing.

Today I have tried to make up a little bit for the many days missed in Mindful Writing Month. Well done to everyone who made it through!

I have at least discovered that it’s a lovely form of writing, and fully intend to keep on writing Small Stones.

Here are my final offerings for now.

Small Stone 1

I wonder why so many people seem to be afraid of their own silence? You visit their home and the radio is always on or worse, the television plays to an empty room. Some just live noisily, then raise their voices to make themselves heard above their own cacophony.

Silence is a precious thing, and it feels like a violation of my personal space when others impinge upon my own quiet moments. It is an inequitable relationship: One person can kill another’s silence with noise, but another’s noise cannot be killed by one’s own silence.

Small Stone 2

I feel strangely reassured when I meet another writer friend who has suffered from a similar virus that’s been troubling me much of the time since New Year. Megan found that she too suffered a blockage of inspiration and a lack of any desire to write. Thankfully, after several weeks, the creative urge is starting to return in both of us.

Small Stone 3

The world changes around us, and one pleasures disappears only to be replaced by another. Having an almost infinite supply of music at the touch of a button, any time of day or night, was unthinkable not that many years ago. Yet for this instant-download gratification, we’ve traded the magic of those faraway Saturday afternoons spent browsing the record shops in town, carefully making a choice and parting with your hard-earned cash before counting the minutes of the journey home to listen to it. Then there was the sensual pleasure of sliding your new LP from its sleeve, and those wonderful few seconds of anticipation as the needle clicked into the groove before the music began to play. And of course ‘sharing’ simply meant phoning your friends to ask them round later to listen.

Small Stone 4

Today I have been making cheese and onion pasties. Home baking is such a simple pleasure. There is something joyous about finding a recipe, gathering the ingredients and following the method to create something that’s more than the sum of its parts. As an added bonus, such wonderful smells permeate the house, plus you know exactly what’s gone into your food.

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Small Stones Day 21

21 January 2013

A bright and sunny winter’s day. I open the window to let in the crisp, fresh air and hear strange, rapid popping sounds – like Space Dust sweets from childhood that explode in your mouth. The sound turns out to be of small pieces of melting snow slipping from trees and eaves as they splat on the ground.

 

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Small Stones Days 6 & 7

6 January 2013

She was desperate, and anyone daring to stand in her way was cut down by the malevolent glare from her eyes; no-one dare risk the wrath of her tongue, or worse, as she pursued her goal. On Twelfth Night, so ended the season of goodwill to all at Morrisons supermarket in the bread aisle, as the final Hovis of the day was claimed.

7 January 2013

Simply enjoying some of the smells in my kitchen tonight; the zesty tang of the oranges and lemons in the fruit bowl, the fragrant scent of rice simmering gently on the hob, the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee.

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Small Stones Days 4 & 5

4 January 2013

Staccato fluttering of a gang of blue-tits hopping from branch to branch in joyful search of insects. Some even stopped to sing awhile. Above, the sky was grey and lifeless; I wonder if the birds know something I don’t.

 

5 January 2013

The first hopeful green shoots of snowdrops were spotted peeping from the garden today. Life is stirring once more, however slow it might seem.

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Small Stones Days 1 – 3

1 January 2013

Lying awake in bed at midnight, still and quiet as joyous explosions erupt outside. Multi-coloured jewels flash and burst in the sky outside as distant cheers waft through the open bedroom window. Then people go back indoors and peace returns; I drift into sleep, wondering how it would be if every new day were celebrated with such delight.

 

2 January 2013

The clouds swirl tones of grey

As though black water-colour

Has been rinsed

From a paintbrush.

 

3 January 2013

Caught by a surprise gust of wind,

The woodpecker skips sideways along a twig

Towards the safety of his bough.

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Mindful Writing Challenge 2013

January 2013 is the month of the Mindful Writing Challenge. The good people at Writing Our Way Home have issued the invitation to write a Small Stone every day. A Small Stone is a short piece of writing – prose or poetry – about observed detail which may come from any of the senses, or that may reflect a feeling or mood. Not a bad thing for any writer to practice.

I will post my own Small Stones on this blog. I may not be able to post daily, although I fully intend to stick to the spirit of writing one each day.

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My Small Stone for Mindful Writing Day

Today is Mindful Writing Day, when we are invited to write a Small Stone – a “short piece of writing that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment”. Here is mine:

In the time it takes the kettle to boil,

A shaft of watery sunlight penetrates the misty gloom,

And settles on next door’s sycamore,

Fleetingly transforming its remaining leaves

Into burnished gold,

Dappled against the grey autumn morning.

More Small Stones by other writers can be found here at A Handful of Stones. Why not have a go at one yourself?

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