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The plant (a small stone)

This plant sits silently in a shiny white pot. It’s taller than most of the people that pass it and the pot reaches head height. I wonder if the soil goes all the way down. The plant itself has long leaves in varying shades of green. Dark in the middle, with a lighter hue around the edges. Most of the leaves are shiny but some have cracks in them. The cracks have brown edges. The plant lifts this whole area between meeting rooms and changes it from a cold and clinical space to one that supports life.

*What’s a small stone?

Be  more

Be more

Ginger beer (a small stone)

The ginger beer is too sweet, sticky. Not fiery enough. Not fiery at all. I drink it anyway, then look at the bottle.

The sink is reflected, shiny in the heavy bottomed glass. The sides are dull, sticky. I wash it to bring back its shine, the light shining through it once more.

*What’s a small stone?

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Be more

Blogsplash – My Most Beautiful Thing

Today I’m taking part in the My Most Beautiful Thing Blogsplash to celebrate beautiful things – inspired by Fiona Robyn’s new novel, The Most Beautiful Thing. Bloggers from all over the world are taking part and writing or posting pictures of their most beautiful things today.* I have read the book, and it really is beautiful. Fiona writes about the most raw of human emotions with such compassion and understanding. But don’t take my word for it. Read what other people have to say.

My Most Beautiful Thing

This picture is of one of three beautiful memory books my Mums’ closest friend made for me, my brother and my sister after our Mum passed away. It contains around 30 letters, poems and loving messages to our Mum, and some to us. To know that these people loved our Mum so much, enough to write such heartfelt messages in her memory and that her friend loved her enough to make these beautiful books to gift to us… Well, that’s a beautiful thing.

When I signed up to take part, I was going to say that this memory book is my Most Beautiful Thing. But then I thought: what about my son, his crazy laughter, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps..?  What about the Christmas card my sister sent me years ago, that I kept for the poem she’d written inside..? And the gift that Mr B made for me one year – that’s right, he made it. It’s still my favourite just for this very fact. What about the lovely message a friend left when I was going through a tough time, that I saved for months cause it made me smile…? I could go on and on. The more I thought about it, the more beautiful things came to mind. I enjoyed counting my blessings for all the beautiful things that I have but became really hard to pick just one thing to write about. Then I realised that there’s a theme that holds all these things together… Well, not exactly a theme, but definitely something Most Beautiful. It’s Love.

So, although at first glance it might seem like I cheated by writing about so many beautiful things, in the end there is only ever one. My Mum used to say that we’re here for each other – to love, and be loved. Life is basically all about Love. And for me, a blog post entitled ‘My Most Beautiful Thing’ couldn’t have been about anything else.

*If you’d like to read other blogs about beautiful things, head over to the list of blogsplashers to find out who else has taken part.

About small stones

Um…. So this is kind of the wrong way around – I should have written this post before the previous one.

Let me start with an apology to Fiona Robyn. I wrote my last post, having heard about small stones (and loving the idea!) but not knowing where they originated. Then today, someone sent me the link to Writing Our Way Home and I downloaded Fiona’s lovely little e-book, How to Write Your Way Home. If you are struggling to motivate yourself to write (or would just like a new way to write), I highly recommend reading this lovely little morcel. It didn’t take long to read but it did nourish me.

At first, I thought I would simply edit my last post and link to Writing Our Way Home , but then thought that wouldn’t be right – that wouldn’t be my truth, as Fiona might say. So, I decided to write this, to give credit where its due.

Fiona – If you’re reading this, thank you for the inspiration.