11 days. Judicious use of the f-word, and waking up

"The small stone is the briefest of poems, somewhat related to the haiku and the American Sentence forms (only without the strictures of syllable counting and whatnot). But process is what’s important here — knowing that there’s a moment out there in the day that waits your noticing it puts you in a state of hunter’s receptivity. And then the writing of it becomes a meditation on intensity, simplicity and presence."

This is how Corvapriya describes small stones on her gorgeous blog, InkSeeds, and I must say I couldn't have put it better myself.

I'm really pleased with how the spirit of small-stone-writing has been resonating with you folks out there.

As Sami says on her blog, 'sami, curiously', "i have but one resolve: BE PRESENT. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ (for f*** sake! why is it so damn difficult!?!)".

It is difficult. It's why serious spiritual practitioners spend 10 hours a day on their derrières or months in a cave or years in the wilderness, trying to let thought after thought (after thought after thought...) go.

We can wake up, one small stone at a time.

Join us.

If you haven't already, check out The River of Stones at the top of the blog. Isn't Kaspa clever. It's all done with pipes, you know. And do follow us at Twitter @ariverofstones, where you'll also be treated to a stream of lovely stones. And do keep telling your friends (thank you). We're getting around 700 hits a day, and 1100 on Sunday alone, which is very heartening. And keep in touch!

(Thank you to Carolee for today's beautiful image. Hop along to her blog for more gorgeousness.)