This is the second instalment of my #aros small stones. (Please see my January 7th post for an explanation of the AROS – A River of Small Stones project).

Jan 8^th

Slow build up. Overnight avalanche. My world became monochrome chilled. Disturbing beauty – only skeletal definition – waymarkers gone.

Jan 9^th

Ingredients thoughtfully assembled, mixed in meditation, baked golden sweet. Eaten in reverence and remembrance of what she taught me.

Jan 10^th

Metal studded straps and soft black rubber – feels good. People stare admiringly. “Love your rock-chick wellies,” they say.

Jan 11^th

Perhaps at last I can see, embrace, enjoy, rejoice, forgive. Perhaps at last it’s all right to be me.

Jan 12^th

Photograph – long gone golden-haired children. I stop, mine the memories, smile – grateful, happy and a little bit sad.

Jan 13^th

Mouse and me – eye-to-eye. Panic cowers in the dark corner. I scoop him up and set him free. Calm for now.

Jan 14^th

Friend sends a timely message. Son texts – he loves his mum. Husband calls for lunch time chat. I see that I am not alone.

Jan 15^th

Gale-driven onslaught of rain. Tidal rush surges and hurls huge, cliff-blasting waves. I batten down, This too will pass.