Movement

I’ve moved my “small stones” blog “talking to pebbles” to posterous, because it looks a much nicer tool to use than clunky old blogger. Blogger and facebook will be updated from posterous... I think. Just hope it’s not preposterous!

moving...

I'm moving this to here

a word

a word
is plucked from my vocabulary,
mulled over,
typed,
printed,
photocopied,
scattered,
read out,
heard,
heeded,
repeated
and added
to other
vocabularies.

prayers

at noon
my chatters pause
for the Lord's prayer

advent

children count the days of december like the legs of spiders

time

the clock seems to be ticking just after it is meant to

toast

toastcrumbs
making my bed
itch

silence

silence wakes me
at 5am
to pray

Beachcombing through January

January is a good month to start a new year, mainly due to its location in the calendar, but also because here in the UK it's in deepest midwinter; a time for battening down the hatches, a time for quiet contemplation in the long dark evenings after huge bowlfuls of hearty soups. It is also the time when new growth begins; imperceptibly, underground.

January 2011 is particularly exciting for me for a number of reasons; we're just starting to get settled into our new house, which we will soon be blessing and opening up as a "House of Prayer"; on January 2nd I will be beginning a new ministry as a worship leader with a brand new service to administer, and I am starting up a Continuous Prayer Community "Celtic Crossroads". Please join us, it's multi-faith.

Plenty to be getting on with then.

I've had complete and utter writer's block for the past 10 years or so.

I sense a thaw in the ice.

I've joined up to this initiative because I love writing and want to get back to where I once was - and I know that practice is the only way.

Writing a "small stone" every day seems a natural extension of my now prayerful life.