river stone.31

in a daydream, she picked up a river stone on her front porch

and side-arm skipped it across the wide river of snowfall

in the front yard.

"oh no! the river stone has disappeared underneath all the snow!"

not to worry: come spring, that stone, and many more, will reappear.

[Process notes: Today, the last day of January, marks the 31st consecutive day of gathering small moments of paying proper attention and posting them here as part of "a river of stones" international small stones writing month. I am happy to report that with a little self-discipline, I posted one "aros" stone each day, and I didn't write ahead. I kept to the moment!

The last day of this process however, ironically brought me some frustration. Wouldn't you know, today, the last day, presented me with many work-day challenges and I was not very good at being mindful. And here I wanted it to be the BEST polished stone ever. Ha ha ha.

So today's offering, ironically, is a daydream I had -- with the hope of polishing many more stones in the springs ahead. Thanks to Fiona and Kaspa for "putting this on." I look forward to participating again in July.]

[Note: a river of stones involves writing a small stone every day during the month of January 2011. "What is a small stone? A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention."]