|Taken in Snowdonia, 2010|
I’ve enjoyed taking part in this month’s river of stones. Its not always been an easy practice. There have been times where I’ve been sitting at my computer at 11pm trying to wrack my brains for something that I had noticed that day. As well as the commitment to notice things, there was also the pressure to create. Sometimes the words flowed, sometimes they didn’t. Occasionally, I noticed something that evolved quickly into poetry. At other times, I was conscious that things that I noticed would not translate well into words, they were too ordinary, too dull. My mind wanted to move on, to find something more poetic, more beautiful. It was a practice in acceptance, in observing a moment and telling its story.
Thanks for everyone who visited my blog this month, I've appreciated each one of your comments. Deep bow.