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Small Stones

 

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Lavender in the garden of the Abbaye de Valmagne - France

 

Yesterday I discovered two new sites which I would like to share with you.

They are called A Small Stone and A Handful of Stones  (you can log on to them by clicking the new Small Stones box on my sidebar)  and they belong to Author Fiona Robyn whose blog – Planting Words  I really enjoy – a great mix of writing, gardening and zen.

Small stones are about mindfulness – about paying attention to at least one small thing a day and recording it in a fragment of writing. I think that some people have a  natural gift for this – of paying close attention to the things they do no matter how small (Debora ) is like this when she is chopping and cooking – no wonder the food tastes so good) – finding this site reminded me of how I want to be more like this. Paying attention in this way is like a meditation and it reminds us of the value of everything, especially the small things. Somehow it feels a very positive and happy thing to do.

At one particularly difficult time in my life I did something similar – although much less writerly – and that was – every day – I wrote down in my notebook five good things that had happened or I had seen. I called it my FIVE A DAY – doing it always made me feel better and brought me back to the things that were really important.

I have a new resolution which is to write a small stone every day and  3 good things (not that there won’t be five – but I want to keep it small) having received several beautiful notebooks for my birthday I think its time to get one out and start. 

I’d love to hear your three good things  – send your small stones to Fiona

 

My small stone for yesterday — Rain washed freesias and orange blossom for a friend who is sad

3 goodthings – picking flowers in the garden and their heavy honey scent -getting my hair cut, finding small stones!

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  1. You know I agree with all of this. We so often get caught in the rush of what we have to do, that we forget to enjoy what we’re doing. We forget to be present in our own lives. My three things – having homemade apricot jam on homemade bread for breakfast, despite the gloomy weather forecast, the sun is shining, Barney sleeping in his basket by my feet as I type this.

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