here). This will be a real challenge for me. Rather than my usual lengthy missives, I will be reigning in my writing muses and only writing a tiny nugget to capture what I've observed. The key is being open and aware, and noting the moment when it comes. For those of you who will miss my usual rambling, I'll be including a link to favorite "oldies" that I've written -just click on the red oldie title and the link will take you there.
Today's Small Stone...
I don't like polished stones.
I much prefer pebbles
like the one I just found outside my door.
I can't help but wonder...
what mountain might it have come from,
which river wore down the rough edges,
who's child kicked it along the road
to end at my door.
So it is with people.
The pretty ones hold no interest.
The ones who've made it along their path,
no matter the cost,