It has been a busy couple of days, and I didn’t make any “comment” yesterday. Today there were no pressures and I could take my time. The morning was misty and grey and I stood at the window and watched a song thrush on the lawn. Stepping outside the first sound I could hear was the rain, but gradually I became aware of bird songs all around.
I am not good at identifying them all, but just listening was enough to connect with their underlying joy. So I made a little collage from pages from an old poetry book, and a drawing of a thrush. My comment on their songs…
Well I did say this blog would be about every day life, and what could be more everyday than a kitchen tap? But so essential – if the flow is blocked, from the tap or down the plug hole, we know it!
And then while writing a letter my pen ran out, and I realised how crucial it is that things flow, whether it’s water or ink. When things freeze up, get blocked or run dry we’re stuck, and nothing can move.
So keep it flowing… (Not easy to draw flowing water by the way)
This blog, started in January 2012, was originally inspired by Writing our Way Home, and their idea of writing “small stones”
I usually write a month of small stones to kick start each year in January. However I am currently following WOWH’s email course of October small stones and am finding great inspiration for just sitting still, and paying attention to life in all its variety.
Today’s quote was from Henry David Thoreau
“You only need sit still long enough in some spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns”
I didn’t need long in the garden this morning (it was drizzling!) to find this inhabitant exhibiting itself to me and inspiring a small stone.
Tight buds hide centres
of yellow mathematical arrangement.
Opening to wind and rain, rusty petals
stretch random sequinned fingers
towards the clouds, defying greyness
with their fiery flowers.