Learning, one small stone at a time

Feet of ice

If you’ve visited me here in the Bogs lately, you know I decided to participate in a river of stones.  For the past sixteen days I have been dropping my own small stones into the river.  Each one has taught me a little something.  Sometimes it’s a little something I can put into words.  Sometimes it’s a little something that has no words.  One can be shared with you.  The other, well, will either be absorbed without words in which to share it or will wait until those words come to me.

I originally planned to write my small stones in a small notebook that was perfect for that purpose.  Then I decided to indulge in the wild and crazy notion of posting them online.  I can’t begin to tell you how far out of my comfort zone that first posting took me.  Every day, every small stone post, has taken me a little farther beyond the limits I had set for myself.  It doesn’t matter that they are not great works of writing or art.  It matters that I’m stretching and learning.  Believe it or not, I’m having fun, too.

Windswept

Which segues nicely into one of the big lessons I’ve learned:  I have more difficulty sharing openly and honestly when it comes to fun and play than when I’m acting as the solemn (stuffy!) adult.  Wow.  How bizarre!  Play should be free and easy, don’t you think?

Birds on the wing. (Played with in Photoshop.)

I’m going to relearn how to play while I continue letting go of fear (of looking silly, stupid, or all of the above).  It will be fun.

Feasting on suet. (More play.)

Our Big Snow Event turned out to be a small snow event.  A few inches for the most part although there are drifts in the meadows that look to be a foot more or less (less is more likely).  It has not been a good ski season, cross-country or otherwise.

Today is M’s birthday.   I’d wish him a happy birthday here at the blog, but he doesn’t read the blog.  No need to, really, since he knows what’s going on here in the Bogs and if I have a particularly nice photo I want him to see, I show it to him.  But I’ll put it out there anyway:  Happy Birthday, my love.

Winter dancers in the meadow

Well, I’d better get a move on.  M the Younger and his lovely wife will be here soon to cook up some gumbo for M’s birthday dinner.  I have a few things to do before they arrive (such as schedule this post to go out at the usual time).  We’re having a warm-up (in the 40s, near 50 by tomorrow).  The snow will melt in time for the next round of winter which is said to be arriving sometime late Tuesday night or early Wednesday morning.  We have even had some sunny spells today.

Thanks for dropping by today.  Help yourself to a birthday cupcake.  They’re black walnut cupcakes.  Did I tell you about the black walnuts?  I don’t think I did.  Remind me to do that tomorrow.

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