I did not write a small stone yesterday. I didn’t do the routine; the discipline, the practice, the moment of paying attention and suspending judgement.
For me this January has been hard going, I have felt quite low physically and emotionally. The small stone habit has been a great way of keeping me in that discipline of acceptance. Noticing things as they are, not how I would like them to be, or how I think they ought to be! But yesterday I didn’t do it.
Today I did. I went outside, and looked, tried to focus my attention on what was there even if it was not how I would have liked it. And then I saw this flower, delicate patterns and multiple stamens, damp and with a hole, and thin stems. But with a beauty even in its imperfection, fragility and unobtrusiveness.
It is much harder to apply the same acceptance and noticing to myself! I just need to keep practising…!