Category Archives: Small Stone

Small Stone: Day Nine

Small Stone: Full Moon

You are full and high in the early morning, still night sky. I take my coffee out to the patio–the dogs have been fed so Sam is back in the big bed asleep and Dexter waits for me with his baby, and neither one comes out with me. I stand on the cold concrete, sipping hot coffee and looking up. You are so bright, the sky looks more blue than black, the trees make shadows on the lawn, and the stars aren’t as bright. It’s cold and I can’t stay for the whole cup, but it’s enough to notice and to wake up a bit.

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Small Stone: Day Eight

Small Stone: My Journals

End of the year project not finished–book plates with dates waiting to be placed in the front covers, a review to be done. The pile has been there all week, waiting. I realize (finally admit) only the smallest part will be completed, but the rest will have to wait.

I notice that I used the word “wait” three times to write this. It is what these books do–keep a record, hold it for some future moment when I’m ready to return and remember. I can’t decide if that is magic or just sad.