the day we change the time. I don’t remember this day last year. i was entering my 3rd in the hospital. lots of tubes and drugs in my body. i didn’t have the simple pleasure of adjusting the clocks while drinking my cup of coffee.
today, a year after, i woke up early, i made a strong coffee, the way i like it, i fixed the time, i wrote my thoughts in my journal and i’m trying to look ahead.
the first year isn’t easy, i’m always comparing the ‘now’ with a year ago. hope it gets better.
an inner child is playing and waiting the wonder of possibilities joyfully new beginners, dreams the innocent side of youth is plenty at the view there is emptiness to be filled, joy until when the time flows
Sharing with Tanka Tuesday – poets choice of words: I’ve chosen child and joy and the form is Etheree.
You can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page. Jodi Picoult
After many months on and off with my writing, finally, I’m getting back to it. I had mixed feelings about it and my critical voice was speaking aloud.
I don’t know what I was afraid of, since I write for myself, to put on the pages what needs to come out of my mind, to clear my ideas, in general, to make sense of myself. It’s not that I’ll publish it or defense a thesis about it. It’s more a kind of lone therapy.
Well, my mind is playing many tricks recently, some of them dangerous, so it’s better to put everything clear on the paper and don’t let these tricks take over.
How are you doing my friends? I feel the tension in the air, everybody is busy and in hurry trying to finish up things and get others ready for the holidays.
Slow down, take a deep breath and smile. Reading some poetry before starting the day helps too. Writing is the best, only a few pages to organize your ideas and bring your focus back to what is important and what this season is about.