Monday, January 31, 2011

The 31st Small Stone


space and time

for laughter

joy

inside jokes
and
eye brow raising

seeing your life through other's eyes
a precious gift
I cherish




During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
Hope you enjoy.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The 27th Small Stone


younger brother, talking with you is like

breathing in fresh air
drinking chocolate milk from the carton
watching cartoons on Saturday morning 
jumping on the trampoline with the sprinkler underneath on a hot summer day
eating brownies straight from the pan

you live your life with extravagant love
and spread happiness like the Sun

i'm glad you're here








During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Small Stone the 26th


extravagant love
rains down upon us

wrapping us up tight in steady and capable arms

small moments of laughter
encouragement
joy

they make the path easier to trod

o how i adore my friends






During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Small Stone the 25th


graveled voice
across the mountains
speaks the phrase
that gives meaning to life,

"I love you."




During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Monday, January 24, 2011

Small Stone the 24th


waiting

feeling peace, grace and mercy

i run my hand over your head and feel 
your short bristled hair 

even now
your eyebrows raise making a silent joke
between us








During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Small Stone the 19th


i breathe in your little boy sweetness

a cherished bouquet
all heat and syrup and soap

as you reach down from the high bunk to 
hug me goodnight

your little hand  
fitting like the pit of a plum 
within mine



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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Small Stone the 18th


on the corner of 3rd and birch
is a large slate-gray wall
covered
in four letter poems

the owner of the wall 
blighted them in 
iron gray, 
just off from the actual color 

why go to the trouble of blotting out the profane in a darker hue?



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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Monday, January 17, 2011

Small Stone the 17th



sassy britches
your voice calls me back
from the brink

each conversation is like a little
gift
wrapped in the prettiest of papers and bows

you make the whole world feel like home


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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Small Stone the Sixteenth

father and daughter
sit long legged upon the climbing rock

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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Friday, January 14, 2011

Small Stones: Day Fourteen


o thai food!
o spicy joy!

sweet and tangy 
addictive as cocaine, (or so i'm told)

is there no end to your wonder?


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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Small Stones: Day Thirteen


by skipping school yesterday
i taught my kids to
stick it to the Man

who knew my little traitor

would rat me out to
his teacher

"Where were you yesterday?"
"Not sick, that's for sure," he said


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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Small Stones: Day Twelve


i like to think i teach my 
children
love, tolerance and respect

except today

when this child of the sixties--born in the seventies--
taught them how to

skip school

and stick it to the Man.


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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Small Stones: Day Eleven



glazed cracked glass
of two angel winged cherubim
who, giggling

paint each other's toenails



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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Monday, January 10, 2011

Small Stones: Day Ten



a few stolen moments at his wheel
carve seamless wholes
on a thousand white backed glances

and his eyes dance


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During the month of January, I have committed to participating in a river of stones, International Small Stones Writing month. A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.  My small stones have been moving around my blog like dancing toddlers, but for the remainder of January will be posted right here.
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Friday, January 7, 2011

Fantastic Favorites Friday & Today's Small Stone

        This week my favorite thing has been watching this hyacinth bulb sprout and grow.  It sits on the sill in my bedroom and the only thing that separates this tender plant from certain death is a very thin pane of turn of the century bubble glass.  Each morning, it is a little taller.  Then, wonder of wonders, in the dead of winter, here she is in full bloom.  I don't know why I think that this particular flower is a she, it's name could be Steve for all I know.





And, for having no background in photography, I thought this picture (taken in my kitchen) wasn't too shabby either...

P.S. Thanks, Nollie, for the bulb!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Shine On

I love lamps.  I love light, and therefore, lamps and light fixtures are interesting to me.  When I'm not exercising my square chops on this blog, I work as an interior designer.  One of the great joys in that line of work is finding cool light sources for homes.  There seems to be limitless possibilities when it comes to lighting.  There are funky lamps, lava lamps, tall, thin lamps with glass shades, twinkly little holiday type lights, lanterns, candlelight, spotlights, flashlights, light houses, chandeliers, and the list could go on and on.  


Imagine, if you will, every person on earth as a lamp with a light to shine.  Our light comes from the spirit, or soul, (or whatever you want to call it) within us.  Each of us has something unique, beautiful and significant to offer to humanity during our journey. There are unlimited possibilities of how our light can shine.  For some, it may be to cure disease, for others it may be to know the law, or to create music, to paint, to write, to be an exceptional friend, to bake bread, to lay brick, to drive truck, to care for others.  The list is endless.


One of the greatest joys in life is delighting in the success of another human.  Think of parents celebrating their children's learning and development, or of a teacher working to insure a student's success.  However, there is a great, big, fat lie that a lot of people believe, and that's the idea that if you succeed, then they can't.  Nothing could be further from the truth. Here is the reality: In this world full of endless possibility and opportunity, the triumph of one being does not require the downfall of another.  Our lights can shine independently and simultaneously.


One of my favorite authors, Marianne Williamson, wrote,
 "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?  Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.  Your playing small does not serve the world.  There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will feel secure around you.  We are all meant to shine, as children do.  We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.  It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.  And as we let out own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same.  As we are liberated from our own fear our presence automatically liberates others."
 [Return to Love by Marianne Williamson, Harper Collins, 1992.]

There is a part in all of us that wants to be 'the best' at something.  Who wouldn't like to know that they excel in their chosen field?  That desire is natural and maybe even a good thing, it pushes us to work hard, and achieve our goals.  Except when we tear others down in order to build ourselves up.  Our conscious or unconscious comparisons do not go unnoticed by our spirits.  Our light becomes a little dimmer when we try to extinguish someone else's light.  

Conversely, when we are generous with our encouragement and praise for others, our light increases exponentially.  Hopefully, we have basked in the light of one who shines confidence and encouragement on others.  There is no other experience of hope like it in the world.  However, if we haven't, we can be the person who gives love and encouragement to others.  Just like switching on a lamp, each of us has the possibility within to light our own path, as well as the path of others, along the way. 

Who among us hasn't relied heavily upon the light of another at some point in our lives?
  
Never in a million years, did I think I would quote myself, (I mean, really, give me break,) but here is it:


Today, instead of condemning yourself and those around you, you have the opportunity to exonerate those you influence with your undeniable beauty. You can cease to belittle yourself and others, and instead, delight in all the success you see. Today, you can take pause and feel the peace that comes with this beauty and then you can share it.  You can let all the pain that you have been carrying about this and that go, because you can choose to.  You can believe in yourself and get out of your own way, and be happy, because you are a spark of the Divine.

Today, you can believe that you are beautiful.

Because today, you are fearless.

The time for resignation is past.  You are beautiful. When you let that beauty and all its attendant joy cascade from you, you give others the permission to do the same. Today, don’t shine less.  Shine more."  
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Why this message again?  Perhaps its the overcast sky pressing upon me, and maybe I need more light.  Maybe there are so many that shine around me and they continually inspire.  Or maybe, I'm simply astounded at the beauty of others that they themselves seem unable or unwilling to see. 

The world is too small, life is too short, and each of us are too precious to waste our time not lifting others up, and in turn, find more joy, more abundance, and more love in every one around us.   

May we be as steady as the sun and shine loving kindness on everyone we meet.
We see our light.
May we let it shine.

What light did you see shine today? How did you let your own light shine?

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

My Guilty Conscience

So apparently, I have a really, really guilty conscience.  I have no idea why.  I am so straight-laced I even bore myself sometimes.  But yesterday I was driving along and a cop materialized from nowhere and followed me for a good 15 miles.          

From the moment he appeared in my rear view mirror, a dewy mist of perspiration formed on my upper lip and my heart began racing.  As I white-knuckled the steering wheel, highly aware of my '10 and 2' grip, I turned off the music, told the kids to quiet down, and sincerely focused on my driving like I was14, and in Driver's Ed once again.  To add insult to injury, this wasn't a regular city cop--this was the Sheriff.  He even had one of those weird hats with the chin strap that look like a Canadian Mountie's--minus the majesty of the horse, and the Canadian.  

Anyway, relief didn't come until he finally raced around me and sped off, no doubt bored with my safe driving or late for a donut eating appointment at the local coffee shop, where he could find his cop-cronies and plot ways to make other unsuspecting citizens sweat on demand.  Whatever the reason, I was glad he was gone.  But it made me wonder...

Why do I automatically hit the brakes when I see the man in blue?

I am about as law abiding as you can get.  I drive the speed limit.  I wear a seat belt.  I never text while driving.  I don't use drugs--unless you count Advil p.m. (which I don't.)  I've never been arrested.  I don't drink.  I return library books on time and I even like jury duty--stop laughing, and don't judge--it's like watching a train wreck.
Anyway, to make it short, there is no reason under heaven that I should give pause when a cop drives by, but I do.  It is one of the great mysteries of my life that I'm not sure I will ever solve. 

This morning, I made my way along the street a speedy pace after dropping the kids off at school.  I was really moving.  Just as I came to an incomplete stop at the light, a cop drove by.  My heart began racing, sweat bloomed on my upper lip.  I paused, and then remembered...

I was walking.



What makes your palms sweat and your heart race?

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Monday, January 3, 2011

A Letter From a Friend

Dear Lisa,

At the beginning of this new year, I have a few things to tell you, and you better listen up, because I'm usually right.  I know there is something about the term "New Year's Resolution" that makes your square teeth itch. With your resolutions made and quickly broken each new year,the definition no longer means, "a formal expression of opinion or intention" but, "how quickly you fall off the wagon from not drinking Diet Coke."  And the answer to that is exactly 28 minutes, because you are drinking one right now.

Often, after you've cast aside your New Year's Resolutions, I notice that your shoulders hunch and your feet shuffle in a shameful, "Not again!" posture which eerily mirrors your 3rd grade self caught talking to your neighbor when you should have been doing math.

This year, I have a piece of advice for you: Instead of making "resolutions," try being resolute.  The definition of resolute is, "not turned from a purpose by difficulties or opposition."  I like that--not turned, nor swayed from your purpose by difficulties or opposition.  For some reason, that seems a bit nobler, more steadfast, and more conducive to a life of integrity and joy after which you are seeking.  Being resolute means not being swayed from your desires, goals, or intent by anything or anyone.  Being resolute requires some sacrifice; it is being true to oneself and purpose.

You have a lot you'd like to be and do, I know.  I can hear you in the middle of the night making lists of what you'd like to accomplish.  Guess what?  You aren't going to get it all done. Be resolute, not about the items on a list, but about the grand design.  Notice the small things.  They may appear ordinary, but they contain extraordinary beauty.

Remember to be merciful and to keep your heart open.  Having an open heart is essential in being resolute.  Mercy shown to ourselves and others is a defining point of a resolute life.  You may fail.  You may fail BIG. You may fail, and people may even point and laugh and talk behind your back about your failure.  But that's o.k., because we are all allowed to fall short.  That's where mercy comes in, and there is hope and help available to you.

Just do your best.

Have a great year,

Lisa

What would you like to tell yourself this year?


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Saturday, January 1, 2011

a river of stones: day one

Happy New Year!


This month, I am participating in a river of stones each day in January.
A "small stone" is a recorded moment of paying attention.
 It's not too late to join us in writing
small stones of your own.

Today's Small Stone:

I like the way he says, "Walnut."  
Like thick warm honey over crunchy bread.

Have a wonderful 2011!