Friday, January 7, 2011

Small Stones: Day Seven

I have committed to participating in the National Month of Small Stones (read about it at A River of Stones, 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...

In the sound of the rain
I hear my Grandmother's long lost whisper,
"Shh... shh shhh shhh..."
I am never alone
or without comfort.

Favorite Oldie...

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2 comments:

  1. LisaJanuary 7, 2011 at 6:36 AM

    Oh Barb....the shhhh.....I have spent the last two days fighting tears. Sad as sad can be. Oh to have a tender, comforting voice. To remember a day when I had a tender comforting voice. Oh, if only I had ever had a tender comforting voice.....shhhhhh....thank you.

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  2. teriJanuary 7, 2011 at 10:58 AM

    The voices of our past can be such a blessing. Lovely words- and I love Gwendolyn... I have never ridden a Harley. hugs- teri

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