Becoming Available

Deciding to 'be available', as Fiona says, seems to have planted a subconscious suggestion. I notice it is starting to happen, taking me by surprise.  I have managed a couple of meditations, but I wouldn't have thought them sufficient yet.

Yesterday, while driving, I was suddenly struck by the look of the weeds by the river — a detail about them which I'd never noticed before. And I wasn't seeking small stones just then; I was focused on driving.

The hedge of weeds
between river and road
is tesselated.
Thick and crinkly,
its darkness ripples.


Today I was eager for the first sight of ocean when I visited the coast, but the way it apeared surprised me. Perhaps surprise is a feature of small stones?

The sky is sea today
air blue and ocean grey.


And finally I saw:

On my windscreen
three raindrops,
brushed upward
by the headwind,
form a fan.