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I've been enjoying lots of your stones and I've noticed that the first thing I do is picture them in my minds eye. For me the sight is the most predominate sense. I have to make an effort of will to imagine the sound of birds, or rain or cars drifting by.
When I write I also think I have a tendency to hone in on the visual aspect first. Noticing this I want to encourage all of us to notice with all of our senses, and to try and capture something we might not usually capture in our stones.
You could try listening for your small stone today, or feeling its texture with your fingers, or noticing its smell drifting before you.
In 'Had I not been awake' Seamus Heany's first poem in Human Chain he writes about...
...A wind that rose and whirled until the roof
Pattered with quick leaves off the sycamore
and I can hear it.