Saturday, December 31, 2011

inside out at 11PM

December 31, 2011... 11PM - Small Stones
inside out   by  Teri H Hoover

Stubborn cushion covers
clinging for dear life,
as I try to remove them.

Finally a layer of white batting,
a milkweed exploding


pausing between

December 31, 2011- Small Stones
pausing between  by  Teri H Hoover

There between back door and the alley;
basket of recyclables in hand,
I become an angel, with a dusty pink  halo.

Muted pink clouds embracing the world with love.
The morning sky.

Friday, December 30, 2011

lighting your way- 

I prepare for the New Year and a continuation of observing one small moment a day. In January of this year I began the observations and the writing of small stones.  The last two days my preparations have included returning to read my very first stones. (In this recalling I see once again why I join with Fiona Robyn  in her lovely endeavor to pay attention. Check out the lovely online writing community Writing Our Way Home.)  

 I am choosing to re-post this stone as a way of circling back to a moment when I paused just long enough realize where balance is found.  


January 16, 2011- Small Stone 

Lighting Your Way by Teri H Hoover

Blackcreek, NY-July 27, 2009

Moving aside impossibilities
the path has became wide.
And for a brief moment, a bit of light.

I am walking along my path, set with a direction for my energy. A lovely path of connection, allowing my heart a safe place to be.  Unwanted ambivalence steps onto the path.  The sources are too many to name.  My heart retracts, my breath restricted- there is an ominous darkness ahead. I am learning to  turn directly to God, who takes my hand and carries my fear - so I can breathe. He laughs and says, be here with me, I will light your way.

Thursday, December 29, 2011


December 29, 2011- Small Stones
tousled  by  Teri H Hoover

Her ears
My scarf
The treetops
Tousled by the wind.


Wednesday, December 28, 2011

bringing the outside in

December 28, 2011- Small Stones
bringing the outside in   by  Teri H Hoover

The earth breathes out an ocean of wind,
Straining mightily outside these bedroom walls.

The home exhales, a calm and steady breath.
Purring warm air through insulated, metal vents.

Still in bed, my dog and I add our imperceptible puffs,
turning the grey sky, into a hush of dusty pink.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

empty house

December 27, 2011- Small Stones
empty house   by  Teri H Hoover

Clouds relinquish the sun.
The sun fills dark places. 
Brightly through my kitchen window.
Filling now the quiet spaces.
Now settling on my dog and warming my shoulder.
Plunging the world into light. 
The computer screen covered in my reflection.
Trusting fingers to type through mouth lines and golden hair.

PST... (post stone thoughts)
Like a whimsical melody, husband glides by my window on his bike.
Momentarily he is through the door,
"It rained and sunned on me-".
He dissappears into the bedroom to change.
From the closet, I hear my husband singing a childhood rhyme;

"We do the hokey pokey and turn ourselves around- that is what Teri is all about."
He likes to insert our names into songs... I am sure he was not even aware of his singing. Coincidentally, I am pondering my word or phrase to "think on with intention" this coming year. (2011 I had the word "balance" as my go to word.- and it was most useful-I should write about it, I am unsure I will get to it). I have played with the word trust- trust in  leaving fear for brief moments to allow joy. But also trust that I can be unjoyful and know there is the option of  turning myself around. I tend to be a joy minimizer. (This has been a step by step process for me.) Sadness, contentment, gratefulness, sure. However, joy seems over the top. I think I see my direction. Time to walk the dog.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

heavenly ribbons

December 24, 2011 Small Stones  
heavenly ribbons  by  Teri H Hoover

Christmas Eve afternoon.
The world was ready and wrapped
in vapor-trail ribbon.


Friday, December 23, 2011

full house

December 23, 2011- Small Stones
full house   by  Teri H Hoover

A house chimney stands immovable,
amongst clouds masquerading as smoke.
Like children losing interest; 
they twirl and tumble, 
Bump and scatter.

Process notes: Upon waking; still lying in bed I look out the window to see  clouds swirling around my neighbors chimney, in the lovely morning light.  So I wrote the first two lines. It seemed unfinished because I wanted to say more about the clouds and how they seemed like children to me. It was not until mid morning, when my grown children and their spouses started gathering in the kitchen. I was drawn to remembering how, when small, they bounced and twirled. Then I was able to finish my small stone.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

how things happen

December 18, 2011- Small Stones-  

It's just how things happen.

A citizen of the world,
she came upon the fertile ground.
Just returning from a 30 year lag...
after one wayward step.

Opening the tattered sack, 
the smell of hope waiting to be free.
Claiming a handful of the stuff , she flung it … or it took flight.
There between the swirling states of fluff and purple glitter-
the perfect dream.
The reflective bits of trouble, returned to the earth
and landed at her feet.
“Just a child's game!” cackled the crow, from his perch.
As luck would have it, the crow was right.
Gravity recalled every step.

She should have learned to fly.