Until I moved away for university at twenty, I had always lived in the same house. It’s an average house in a very small town, and my childhood bedroom looked out from the edge of an average middle-class estate to the farms and fields of average midlands countryside.
This year, my mother is finally moving out of the house that I grew up in. Part of me is sad, but I have been taking my leave from that house in little bits and pieces for over seven years. I still love it and find it a very restful and soporific place, but I won’t miss it in the same way I would have years ago.
I haven’t mentioned it, but the cover image I used for Humping the Boonies was a photo I took from that bedroom window when we had a severe frost two or three years ago. Today I was reminded of small stones, a mindfulness-in-writing project, in which people are encouraged to think and focus carefully on a feeling or sensation each day, and write it down. I encourage everyone to have a go at their January Mindful Writing Challenge.
I doubt I’ll get one in every day (after all, I already missed a week!) but I think it’s useful to think about.
I will miss this view;
frosted tops of trees, and the purr
of snuggling doves
If you write one, please do share your own small stones.