Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Small Stone #2

"Woke to melody floating through drowsy, held by the dark room, head. A word or two, here and there dropping in. Words and melody of the childhood lullaby, written by the favorite aunt, sung by the beloved Mama. Later sung to own children, still later daughter sings to son. Laying still for moments, embraced by deep love, inner light, melancholy seeps in."
January 2, 2013


Peggy said...

Nancy, oh! Small stone #2 is a wisp of something that I somehow know -- beautiful.

This mindful writing practice is going to be something, I can feel it. Keep going, you've got the gift. xo

Nancy said...

Peggy~ Thank you :)

jenclair said...

The power of music and mothers and moments before sleep or waking.

Nancy said...

Jenclair~ Yes, there is a special power there.