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Small Stone: Day 29

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Small Stone: Dog Park

Big V and little v, two formations of Canadian Geese fly over our heads. When they come close, the vibration of their wings sounds like giant bumblebees.

Eric is on my left, pointing out a hawk sitting high in a tree, and Sam stays close on my right, running away and right back, over and over in circles, getting close enough on each return to bump his head into my leg.

Dexter searches in random patterns, nose to the ground and ears back, across the entire width and length of the dog park, looking for an abandoned tennis ball.

It already feels like Spring.

Small Stone: Day 28

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Small Stone: Ceilings

studio ceiling

When we were looking for a house 11 years ago, what we really wanted was a yard for dogs. When we found the right yard, luckily there were other things we liked about the house that came with it.

bedroom ceiling

It was built in 1963. The layout reminded me of the house I grew up in. There was a 40+ year old Cottonwood tree in the front yard. We didn’t realize it at the time, but there were oak hardwood floors. It was close to Lee Martinez park, hiking, the edge of town, Old Town, and CSU. It was affordable and just big enough for two teachers to live in, for a philosopher and a writer and two dogs.

meditation room ceiling

It also has these amazing patterned plaster ceilings. Last night, I looked up and remembered them. A few are now cracked in places, probably from the Cottonwood roots shifting the house and the natural settling that happens over time (to all of us).

living room ceiling

As the sun moves throughout the day, the patterns change, deepening and shifting with shadow and light. Sometimes, I sit and stare at it, settling in to the infinite stillness and movement of the pattern–each ceiling was composed by hand and each room has a different design.

What do you see when you look up?