There is magic in all trees.
I am sitting, working, listening, dreaming, deciding, hoping, confirming, selecting, wondering, and playing. All of this while losing myself in the dance of the branches around me in the wind. I am transported with every gust and shimmy.
i’m sitting in a lobby
near a very large revolving door
occasionally i get a wash
of cold city fumed air
across me then followed by a force of heat
from the guy, seated to my right, breathing
don’t be mad
but this made me think of you
i miss that smile
i wonder what you’re doing,
I see this woman in a puffy black winter coat
held together with a pink cashmere scarf
draped over a pair of mustard yellow sweatpants
cant help but think
if you were here
this moment, this part of my life
would be a poem.
Yesterday I wrote. I wrote a sentence in the morning that went like this:
Today I was greeted by cold blasts that felt good, really good.
And then I had to go. But I returned to my sentence a couple of hours later and wrote for 40 minutes straight. I felt proud and “back” in my groove. I hit publish. A few moments later while rereading, I wanted to adjust some syntax..I hit edit and BLAM…everything disappeared but that first sentence fragment…not even the whole sentence. I panicked. I tried to get it back.
Finally I resolved my self to the winds of change and let it go. I deleted my “Winds of Change” post. I closed the laptop and shrugged. It had been six months since my last post.
Then, this morning, I got an email from a friend. She is reading my blogs…could even be reading right now. I thought of her and her unwavering support. I opened my laptop and here we are…it is that simple in life. Choices surround us every second. I may not like what is being blown at me but I can change my reaction.
Yes. It feels good, really good.
A great concept…every morning you get to rise from rest and put your feet on the floor, say thank you.
say thank you for waking, for seeing your feet, for someone special…say thank you.
Keep that kernel of gratitude with you as you take those first stumbles. Let them undulate from head to toe and back again as a way to approach your day.
Try it tomorrow.
Try it now.
Let’s go a few days doing this together – tell me what happens…