In January she's encouraging each of us to write a small stone everyday, and publish them on our own weblogs. She'll be collating them and publishing a single stream of them as well. (I'm think we're going to use Yahoo! Pipes, but I'm still working on the technology).
The homepage for all this is a river of stones. Check it out, set up a blog and join in.
What is a small stone?
A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention. You can see many fine examples at our sister blogzine, a handful of stones. You can read more about the birth of the concept of small stones here and how to write them here. There are some examples of my own below.
Why would you want to join in?
Because choosing something to write about every day will help you to connect with yourselves, with others, and with the world. It will help you to love everything you see - the good and the bad.
If you would like more love in your life, I'd encourage you to set up your own blog (you can call it whatever you like) and join the river of stones.
This blog, a river of stones, will be the headquarters of the project. I'll keep you up to date with what's going on, and we'll keep a wonderful blogroll of everyone involved.
Will you join me?
I'd especially like 'writers' and 'non-writers' to get involved. If you're too shy for a blog, you can write your small stones in a note-book. It could change your entire year...
Email me your new url at firstname.lastname@example.org (let me know if you've never had a blog before and I'll help you get started), and do pass this blog address on to your friends know about NaSmaStoMo via Facebook, blogging and Twitter. Let's get something started. Facebook page etc. to follow soon.
I can't wait!
11 month old Florence says look!
every ten minutes there is something new to fill her up with awe
today I saved the life of a pocket-sized mouse -
he had twitching whiskers and trembled in my hand
the moon is so transparent you could slip a thumb-nail under the edge and peel it from the sky
Three days later the sleeping fox is still stretched out on the same patch of grassy verge. The wind makes waves in his pale biscuit fur.
*I should disclose an interest: the lovely Fiona and I are engaged...