Ok, this small stone is more like a boulder. I began and ended noticing the present moment, but there was all this worry stuff in between…
Porch windchimes sing through a stiff breeze.
My body tenses, mind searches, remembers
their dark warnings night after night past:
last season of twisted tornadoes, drenching hurricanes,
thunder bolts beating on the very mountains
my son walked alone.
Breathe deeply, mother.
Listen again. Today’s chiming tells
only of sun and winter blue and
all is well, safely home.
Praying today: Thanking God today for people with courage to take on new challenges, and others that continue to sing when dangers and difficulties come their way.
(Check this site to find out about January’s 2012 “River of Stones.”)
Judy says
Liked this a lot…this mother was worrying last night because of the snow between Michigan and Chicago…happy to know the travelers arrived safely!
Elaine Dent says
Do mothers ever stop worrying?