I was cruising the blogs, yesterday, when I found one that had a challenge to write little short passages about a polished moment of paying proper attention, called 'small stones'. Reason for the exercise was to choose something to write about every day, to help you to connect, to help you to love everything you see - the light and the dark, the happy and the sad, the beautiful and the ugly. The PROCESS of paying attention is what's important.
So, I have elected to write about the above picture for today.
Blades . . . emerald blades . . . arbitrarily random . . . soft, velvety and verdant . . . with the weight of the morning. Weight not hard to bear, not a millstone but life's vitality "a vapor that appeareth for a little while and then vanishes away".
