I’ve been thinking a lot about writing recently. I’ve been actually writing too, copious amounts in my journal about what’s going on for me, what I’m learning, where my path’s taking me, thoughts and wonderings and wanderings. And I loved writing that piece for Creative Everyday.

I was going to say ‘I’m not a writer’, I’m a painter, but why would I limit myself that way?! If you want to define a writer as someone whose writing is published on actual paper, with book deals and newspaper columns, then I guess I’m not really a writer. I’m not really interested in defining myself at all actually, when who I am changes moment to moment and without labels I can more easily just be the spark of the divine that I am with all the limitless possibilities that offers. {Or at least work on that!}

When it comes down to it, I love to write as much as I love to paint, or be by the sea, or eat good food or laugh with my loved ones. So when I saw this post by Amy, and remembered that Mel also does this practice, it felt like a joining of dots for me to take part in ‘A River of Stones; January 2012′. And most joyously of all perhaps, writing ‘small stones’ allows me to bring together mindfulness practice with my creativity on a daily basis. Who knows where consciously noticing miracles every day will lead!

All the information you need about how it works can be found by clicking on the image above or in the sidebar, but by way of introduction as I realise I haven’t actually got to any kind of point yet, small stones are short pieces of writing ~ just a few words ~ describing a moment in your day as you notice it. Or as Kaspa and Fiona put it:

1. Notice something properly every day during January.
2. Write it down.

Whether I do it every day remains to be seen, but I have a special notebook ready, and we shall see. It’s free to join and seems a nice gentle way to open up your creativity as the new year begins.

If on the other hand you come here for the art fear not, I am still painting! I guess as I evolve so does this blog, and in the end it all weaves together into my life; I am just adding to my palette.