Between Rocks: A Moment

Writing small stones this month feels like serendipity to me.  My path through life in the past few months has been stubbled with rocks–both small stones and big jagged boulders.

Yesterday I went for a walk through the dry wash and surrounding property which is near my house.  I noticed a patch of land where a vine or ground cover grew between the rocks.  This is what I saw:

How the light chooses what to touch

Which rocky surface

Which leaves


The rocks scarred by complaints

The green fragile yet persistent

a canopy for baby quail come spring.

I might continue to encounter rocks in my path, but I can watch for the greenery between.


On Monday, I posted the story of how I came to find out what was wrong with my foot.  I want to thank the readers who read the long story all the way through to the end!   These bloggers have wonderful blogs, and I hope you will check them out if you haven’t read them yet.

  1. CrohnsDiaries:  Christina writes about her life with Crohn’s Disease.
  2. The Other Side of Ugly: Sheri writes from the perspective of someone who has come back from beyond.
  3. polwygle: Polly writes about her life with her sweet baby Wren.


Filed under Creative Nonfiction, Poetry, Writing prompt

6 responses to “Between Rocks: A Moment

  1. Lovely photo and thoughts….

    • lucewriter

      Thank you. When I walk outside, I seem to find parallels in nature to my life. Maybe that’s why so many people go for walks to think over their problems.

  2. I love the picture and as usual, your words are awesome and inspiring!

  3. Luanne,

    Is this where I can ask you a writing question? My left eye is behaving at the moment, so I’m doing a little work on my children’s book. Thinking of changing to a book about my mother. I have both started.

    If you get any strange responses on anything, my husband is reading and responding for me when my eyes go haywire.

    I’m letting everyone I follow regularly know that I’m having a bit a trouble at the moment.

    I love your blog and don’t want you giving up on me. Even if I get my reading done, I may not be able to respond. Eyes usually clear up after a week or so.

    Sincerely, Jill

  4. Those few words, a thought while walking, arranged like haiku but other, are solace for one who wanders wounded.
    David Sullivan

    • lucewriter

      David, thank you so much for reading and responding. I appreciate your letting me know what you envisioned. Are you on Cowbird?

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