A large tree,
in its winter state of undress,
proudly shows off its clouds of mistletoe.
So January has been and gone, thirty one small stones written, not nearly as many read as I would have liked. What an enjoyable experience! Quite apart from anything else it has catalysed my somewhat dormant creative juices and I find myself seeing small stone material everywhere. Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you who have read my offerings, taken the time to comment and deemed this blog worthy of following. I have been hugely encouraged by this - positive feedback is so valuable, no matter how small.
The small stone format suits me in my current life form too. Time is most definitely the enemy, but a stealthy one, my intentions are all too often dashed by the time stealer creeping up on me and the need for sleep being more persuasive than the need for writing or reading. In between the working, the washing, the food shopping, the meal making, the mum-I-need-your-help-NOWs, the ironing (oh the endless ironing!), little moments of quiet for composing my thoughts and writing something worthy of being read are very few and far between.
It may be that it is my priorities that need to change. It may be that I need to set aside an hour a week, just for me, which is non-negotiable. I'm going to try and carry on posting small stones as often as I can and write something a bit longer on Fridays (my supposed day off). There....now I've said it. I've found I respond well to a challenge - I thought I might struggle to come up with a small stone every day in January, but pride spurred me on, there was no way I was going to miss a day when I'd committed to the river of stones project. So here's hoping, now I've made a committment to you, lovely readers, that I can honour this one too.
I have also just signed up to another of Fiona Robyn and Kaspa's good ideas, Writing Our Way Home, so come and say hello there too.
Until next time... x