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a daily breath...
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
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logical and chronological
Month: February 2019
Winter will not wait
for soft scarves, warm parkas,
or Mom’s hot chocolate.
Mindful of nothing, but itself,
Winter comes as it goes,
as it wants, as it will.
an unrepentant breath leaves
a deep trail of icey footprints
across our psyche. Winter waits
for when we are most vulnerable.
Winter cannot not wait.
You can, for a day or three, step away from a conscious choice and remove yourself from the noise. But when can you safely step back?
I’ve been absent from this space for a couple of weeks. I’m not sure if it was a conscious choice, but it was one I made. First I was under the weather and I missed a few days that grew into weeks. I had other concerns and, somehow, I did not feel like writing, not here, not in my journal, no poetry; nothing.
My pencil was silent.
I write. It is what I do, I write every damn day. But I haven’t been, and each day there was a little less guilt. Deadlines came and went, and then were forgotten, as were the days of the week.
It was early this morning when I realized it was Wednesday, and here I am writing, again.
During this break I read more than I have been, I thought more than I usually do, and I rested more like I needed it. It was a valuable time for education, for letting my mind go to other places, and for focusing on things I need to pay more attention to.
But I need to write, I know that, so I am stepping back fully aware, but with a lesser intent.
I cannot be consumed with deadlines. I need to write, again, like I did, when I could and how I am. It is the process that I somehow became distracted from.
It’s personal when you realize that you are not all that you have, but you are all that holds you back.
As much as we depend or align ourselves with others, our individual strengths, weaknesses, fears, and desires form the basis of our experience.
Where and how we end up is a choice, a challenge, and a personal responsibility.
Own your own experience.