Lost Days

Oh how I cry,
for days gone by.
Those spotless days,
those empty days,
those days I failed to fill.
Those days that haunt me still. 

Another stone from my dear brother.

Feeling Grounded

Feet firmly planted in the soil
Spade in hand, I dig
Earth filling in the tiny lines on my hands
Clinging under my nails
The smell of freshly turned soil lingers in my nostrils
My face feels fresh as the wind blows by
The hard work connects me,
to this moment,
to the earth,
to the living things around me,
to the wider world but mostly,
to myself.

Spring

I feel like I have been hibernating
Dragging my sleeping body around
Until today, when I stood, mole-like
Blinking at the bright blue sky
And suddenly feeling that spring is on it's way.

Insomnia

I read an article about insomnia recently
Since then I've slept really badly
Sometimes you can empathise too much!


Well I made it. I completed the challenge laid down by Fiona and wrote a short observational piece each day. It wasn't always easy. Some days the stones jumped right out to be grasped. Other days I really had to delve around to find something to write. But I'm so glad to have given it a go. Fiona is planning to publish a book of the small stones written in January. If you have a favourite one of mine that you think should be included please let me know which by leaving a comment!