Tuesday, January 31, 2012

on our way to the food bowl

January 31, 2012- Small Stones
on our way to the food bowl  by  Teri H Hoover

 Peppers toy bin, Blacksburg, VA - Jan 31, 2012 

On our way to the food bowl 
sun shines on the new day.
 My dog whirls by me,  
dancing with  anticipation.  
    I scoop up dog toys off the TV room floor.  
Like a momma bird I let the toys fall  into their bin.
A small red heart squeaks out, 
"I love you!"

For a month I joined with hundreds of people in the January 2012 River of Stones .  Taking time to pay attention to at least one thing everyday... and write that observation into words. I am glad to have found this little river and have been participating since January 2011. Great thanks goes to Fiona Robyn's Writing Our Way Home community and for bringing this idea to life, and coordinating it for all of us.  I will continue to observe my world with images and words, finding that I am always where I need to be- even when it does not feel right. This little practice brings light to many things; not all are comfortable- but with love I am transformed to seeing the blessings. May there always be a little light in your heart. And if it seems dark know that there are people out there carrying a little light for you. Blessings - teri

Monday, January 30, 2012

I hear the ocean

January 30, 2012- Small Stones
I hear the ocean  by  Teri H Hoover

Sea foam bubbles wash ashore
on the slippery, white, rectangle 
of soap.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

too much writing

January 29, 2012- Small Stones
too much writing by  Teri H Hoover

I have swum out too far
and run out of words.


just sayin'...

justsayin'... by Teri H Hoover

Fresh permeable anguish, startles the frozen field of serenity
and the flame shocks earth born feet.