The End

I recently published my first edited book,  Labor of Love: A Literary Mama Staff Anthology ,  with  Small Harbor Publishing . It's an anthology of writing from  Literary Mama  staff over the past 20 years. It's a beautiful collection and I am proud of the writers and proud to share the book.  It seems a fitting moment, as I pondered sharing about the book here on the blog, to reflect on my life as a blogger, and acknowledge that it is time to officially end this blog.   I started blogging in about 2007, when my baby was learning to toddle, when I was learning how to be a mother and stepmother, when I was just starting to see my way as a writer. I needed it back then. I craved it. I had a variety of blog iterations--family, art, creativity, writing things I delved into. There's a freedom in blogging, a casualness, an easy familiarity that's lacking (for me anyway) in other kinds of writing. I loved blogging and the words came pouring out.  Over the years since then, some
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a river of stones

I'm always surfing around the web reading blogs and discovering what other writers are up to.  There are plenty of writing circles that can lead you down to the ocean of wasting your energy away.  But just before the end of the year, I came across a blog of a nice Buddhist couple, helping bring peace to the world through writing and their bloggy.  It's called Writing Our Way Home.  And their thing is that for the month of january they challenging people to help create a river of stones by asking us to stop for a moment each day, notice something around you deeply, presently, openly, fully, and then write down a memento of that moment.  You don't have to be a writer to do it, but you have to be interested in looking deeply at the world around you.

I figured, I AM a writer, and I am very interesting in being in the present moment.  So, this seems like a good way to get grounded each day, take a moment to focus, and then one more moment to jot down a dash of poetry.  Part of the specialness of it is that you are encouraged to share your momentary poetic gem with the rest of the world by posting it on your blog or on their blog. 

I may not post all of my stones, but here's one to get us started floating down the river.



Small squares delineate the glass from the wine. Pink crackles refract clear. Ice melts into the sparkling sap of the lights on the christmas tree. It all has blended together. 



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