Words From My Bus Commute
I ♥ Jesus, hung around a man’s neck,
on a dirty lanyard. Just kids, a college
student’s paperback book title.
Stop requested, flashing
over and over, above my head and
a woman’s plastic grocery bag saying
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
When I do it right, participating in A River of Stones is a pretty powerful practice. I feel connected, grounded, and in touch with my writing muse. Considering how little I’ve been writing, this is truly a blessing for me.
So, what is doing it right? I know I do it right when I craft the small stone in the middle of my day, rather than the end of the day. I do it right when I am noticing in the moment, rather than remembering or recreating a moment. I do it right when I leave myself open to what’s around me, rather than filtering or editing my inputs.
I have to find a way to remember this, for the remaining two weeks of the challenge.
Aaron and I are heading down to Iowa tomorrow for a combo baby/wedding shower with his extended family. They live in a really small community in Iowa, so I am hoping that this weekend allows me multiple opportunities to do it right with my practice. Just as with my trip to Nebraska, I will be posting my small stones when I return.
This micropoem is part of A River of Stones International Small Stone Writing Month, hosted by Fiona and Kaspa. The goal of the project is for participants to create one small stone (a recorded moment of mindful observation) each day in July.