[stylist] the prompt, challenge accepted

[Lynda Lambert]

I love this piece! I love the sunshine and moon light that now washes over 
it as it is in your home.  I love this history of it and the future of it - 
past, present, future - a story of life.
You took something that is mundane and gave it grace and meaning.
I really love this discussion and the work being presented around the topic 
of stones. Eve, what a great way to begin your tenure as president of the 
group. You can be so proud and I know we all look forward to a nice long 
fellowship of writers on the list together - all of us. Lynda


-----Original Message----- 
From: Jackie Williams via stylist
Sent: Monday, August 03, 2015 10:17 AM
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Cc: Jackie Williams
Subject: Re: [stylist] the prompt, challenge accepted

Eve, This is a fascinating journey. Who would ever think of the travels and 
transformations of a stone as you have portrayed them, or it.
I have a feeling that, after reading this, one would look at every rock or 
stone with new respect.
At the end, I wondered if it had color in it, for it shared the morning sun 
and your breakfast table with you.
If you have a visual picture of it besides size and shape, you might add 
that detail somewhere.
So you can do it, or anything in writing. To answer your question about 
cinquains, they are not a Japanese form. It is a French form, I believe. It 
needs no theme. It can be a pearl of wisdom, a reflection, a humorous 
tidbit, silly, or anything that comes to mind.
Two examples of mine,

String Theory Made Easy

It seems
I have a choice.
Become an entity
who’s all unwound or one who’s tied
in knots.

Molded

Poured hot
into man’s mold,
plastic woman fulfills
her Stepford role—caregiver, and
abused.

Nott sure you still want to try one, but almost any thought you have is 
grist for the mill, so to speak. And you are writing again!

Jackie Lee

Time is the school in which we learn.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Delmore Schwartz

-----Original Message-----
From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of EvaMarie 
Sanchez via stylist
Sent: Sunday, August 02, 2015 5:35 PM
To: Writer's Division Mailing List
Cc: EvaMarie Sanchez
Subject: [stylist] the prompt, challenge accepted

Alright I did it. This is in response to Jackies prompt. I have met the
challenge in my way and hope you enjoy it. It was fun to write.


The Stone

The stone was found in the dirt. Without consideration to Geology, “Where
do you come from?” I ask. The stone does not answer. I know there are
secrets worth learning, but they will go on unlearned. The stone has
existed through time and has seen and done much. Okay, the stone has not
done much, but it has been a part of much.

                Long ago, a dinosaur stepped on the stone. At that time, it
was still part of a greater rock. The wear of the elements throughout the
ions, have caused more change than we could imagine. Its essence though, is
still the same. As it was broken from its Mother during the movement of
tectonic plates and then became migratory. It was swallowed by a great bird
to assist with digestion. Rough and pock marked, it returned to the air to
experience freezing and heat waves.

As the geography changed, it traveled. As it lived in water, it became
smooth.  As the water receded, the stone mingled with other forgotten
stones that littered the land. One of the first tools, it was used by a
member of the Homo erectus to break the bones of his prey.

A thousand years ago, a hooved animal, running on the open plane, bruised
its hoof when the stone was stepped on. Five hundred years ago a child
picked up the stone and tossed it in a river. It splashed. In the
nineteenth century, a cowboy’s horse threw a shoe because of the stone. And
about fifty years ago, it was caught by a tire and cracked the windshield
of the following car.

The stone has seen a lot and has many years, many generations to look
forward to. Where ever this stone has been, where ever this stone will be,
I know where it is right now. The stone was found in the dirt. It was then
washed off and now sits, soaking up the morning sun and the first glow of
the moon through the eastern window of my breakfast nook. The stone sits
with honor on my table with all that it has been and all that it will be.

I share my morning tea with the energy of the stone. And I am honored to
come from the same Mother.
Eve
President, National Federation of the Blind Northern Arizona
President, National Federation of the Blind Writers' Division
Committee Chair, Arizona Association of Guide Dog Users
Affiliate Member, National Federation of the Blind Legislative Committee
Affiliate Member, National Federation of the Blind Membership Committee
Member, Slate & Style Editing Team

"You do not need to have vision to see the stars."
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