July 30, 2011
Mango, Tamarind, and Curry
Tonight, I sopped the last bit of tomato curry and paneer with a tender piece of naan. I counted my blessings, one satisfied belch at a time.
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Yesterday’s small stone is a little bit late, because my mother came in to town last night. Whenever she (or any guest, for that matter) arrives, we are go go go until she leaves. So, she got in to my condo around 4 and we were off. I fell into bed around ten and just couldn’t fathom writing down my small stone. But I knew it was going to be about the Indian food we ate for dinner. I’ve been craving Indian food for several weeks, but we just never seemed to make it to the restaurant. Now, this meal of paneer makhani, lamb biryani, aloo gobi and naan will last me for a long time.
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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
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July 29, 2011
Since A River of Stones has been going so well for me (26 out of 28 stones and counting!), I’ve decided to participate in another monthly group that emphasizes mindfulness and seeing my surroundings. Inspired by Jeannine and John, I plan on participating in The August Break, starting on Monday, August 1.
The August Break encourages bloggers to post one photo per day on their blogs and/or the Flickr pool. There are no rules, as organizer/host Susannah Conway emphasizes in all of her explanatory posts. It’s really just an opportunity to see our surroundings in a new light and capture what we see on a regular basis. So, a visual rather than linguistic small stone.
I’m really excited to participate in this group and to continue my habit of daily creative practice into August.
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July 28, 2011
Ultrasound
Watching the small screen, every shadow, flash and beep feels like a prayer.
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I had another ultrasound today, my fourth during the pregnancy. No matter how many times I have one, I cannot get over watching the movements on the screen. It’s particularly amazing at this stage of the pregnancy, since the baby is bigger and more fully developed.
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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
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July 27, 2011
Belly-Dancing Class, 8:00 PM, Minneapolis
From their open windows, I hear
thirty sets of cymbals zills
singing in time, vibrating
the humid evening breeze.
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Near my house (and across from the awesome ice cream shop) is a belly-dancing academy. On certain nights, you can hear the cymbals from down the street. As Aaron and I went out for ice cream, I remembered why I love my city so much.
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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.
EDIT: With the proper word for belly-dancing cymbals, thanks to my friend Laurel.
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July 26, 2011
Other People’s Tattoos
I read blue ink names through car windows, chase black stars on the arms of my fellow bus commuters. I see tips peeking out of neck collars and sleeves, try to imagine their full shape.
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I love tattoos. I love the art, I love the idea of permanence they represent. But I have no tattoos and no plans to ever get one. I just admire them from afar. My husband, on the other hand, is a collector. He currently has six tattoos and I think I know what his seventh will be. You can see them all (and read about their inspirations) here:
I love the way he has written and thought about his tattoos throughout time. After writing today’s stone, I knew I had to reread these posts again.
I missed yesterday’s small, inadvertently. Throughout my day, I half-wrote a couple of stones in my head, but never finished them. Then, I went to bed. I woke up at 2:45 for one of my bathroom trips and realized I totally missed the day. Oh well. Two out of twenty six isn’t bad, in my opinion. I don’t think I will be able to make them up, at this point.
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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.
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July 24, 2011
After Reading a Swedish Mystery in the Bathtub
I submerge my head beneath the waterline, listen to the muffled world above. All I hear is the constant thrum of my heart.
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Lately, I’ve been reading through the Kurt Wallander series. I’m on the fourth book, The Man Who Smiled. They are completely engrossing, to the point where I stay in the bathtub (my favorite reading spot) long after I should. At the clip I’ve been going on this book, I should be done in the next few days. And then I’ll be Wallander-less and sad.
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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.
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July 23, 2011
I watched him ride bicycles today, silver spokes spinning and shining like stars.
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Today was a bicycle-centric day. First, we went to the Tour de Fat, which is a celebration of all things bike. I watched Aaron ride a bunch of different experimental bikes, including a bike with car tires and a circular three seat bike that just turns in circles. Then, we went bike shopping at four different bike shops, because Aaron’s bike was stolen from our garage on Thursday. He loves bikes and frankly, I love watching him engaged in something he loves.
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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.
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July 22, 2011
Afternoon Walk
Watching a small rabbit cower in the brush, I think about you. Will you grow up and think of yourself as predator or prey?
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I’ve had two rough days in a row. Yesterday, I was unable to get out of my head long enough to write a small stone. Thankfully, I was able to write one today. I am hoping to make up my Thursday small stone either Saturday or Sunday. Weekends are always better for creating, for me.
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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.
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July 20, 2011
Tonight, Together We
Float in the lukewarm bath water. My body barely fits beneath the water line anymore. I read my book, mouth the words, as if I could taste them. You kick and twitch in time. I read aloud to you, my voice just above a whisper.
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This is what I noticed this evening, after a day of too many meetings and obligations. It was my first moment of quiet, since I woke up.
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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.
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July 19, 2011
Some Evenings
Unaccustomed to living with all this silence, I fill myself
with the clattering of silverware in the drawer, the hum
of the air conditioner, the constant chatter of the TV.
There is only so much quiet I can bear.
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On Tuesday and Thursday evenings, Aaron teaches until 10:30. I have gotten used to not having him around on these nights, but I prefer to have him around. There is something that’s just a little more empty about our house without him in it. Corny, I know. But that’s how it feels tonight.
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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.
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