First small stones

I think my small stones this January are coming from all over the place - outside nature, outside events, inside my mind and thoughts, on my body. But I don't think it matters. Just so I pay attention for a bit of time and write down what I'm paying attention to. For example, I had to write today's stone about how I'm feeling because experiencing Denver's cold dry air for a couple of days played such havoc on my body. It is hard not to pay attention to it. Here are my January 2012 River of Stones musings so far. January 1 As the morning cold blows through my house like winter, my skin cannot bear my icy touch. January 2 The trees stand like shadows against the morning fog, their branches dripping down dew. January 2 Little Daniel was twelve when he took his life two years ago. I look at his face, all pure innocence, so young. His straight blond hair raggedly cut almost covers his eyes. Yet, there is a wiseness in him, in the way he looks so intent and focused. He makes … [Read more...]

What’s so great about her?

                    For one thing she is my great niece. For another thing she wrote the poem I've posted below and... she is only twelve years old. Need I say more? Holocaust Poem People march Fear It's all around They're coming closer I feel myself being lifted And thrown into the back of a truck People All around me I feel them Hear their cries It's dark Where are we going? Will I be ok? We hit a bump More cries We stop And get out of the truck People with guns Pointed at us Shoved into a building Small, cold Days later We are on a train So few people Darkness It never ends We stop once more Get pulled out of the train We are told to follow The men with the guns Pointed at us They lead us to another building Told to undress Don't worry, they said We were told it was a shower We go into a small chamber The doors are locked The lights go off The silence is so loud The … [Read more...]