Recently
I was introduced to a young woman,
by a friend,
“She’s a writer, my friend says
she writes beee-yoo-ti-full things”
(my lovely friend, has had a bit to drink)
“Oh yeah,
says the young woman
clearly unimpressed,
whatd’you write?”
I’m left stumped, a little
on how best to answer this,
What do I write…?
The simple answer I guess is
I write about things I feel,
and things I think
and often things that seem to be
step dancing their way through my head
and through
my heart
and yes, simple things
that might otherwise
go
unnoticed
I am inexplicably connected to the sun
it warms me, and fills me
and reminds me to
stop, and to
smile
and to
breathe
I write about this…
and when the clouds come
as they do
to remember
that the light
is still there
I guess I am connected to the clouds too
as they do seem at times
to occupy a great space
in me
and I make it a practice
to try, to allow
for this
space
so, I write about this too
often I write about my gardens,
the flowers, and the wildlife within
who decorate my day
and bless me
with presence
my gardens are wild and unruly
I have no defined edges, no decorative mulch
and I rarely recognize weeds
as such
I like the freedom of beauty
or maybe it’s the beauty
of
freedom
I write about my pond
as it lives and
breathes
and offers me a great calmness
to life
and Gratitude
I write about gratitude
as this is something that occupies
every cell and fibre
of my
being
mostly I hope, I write about
Love
as this is
the most wonderful
thing
and it is here at the
centre
of me
that all things
begin
in Love and in
Kindness
and
in
Peace
(i write about this a lot!)
I write about simple things,
I guess,
or
nothings,
I don’t know…
I guess, I just like to write things down
so then, I can read them
and say,
Oh, yeah .. that was a day.
That’s the simple answer,
though I can see she’s not really interested
in this
so instead, I say,
“Stuff,
I just write about stuff”
“Huh,” she says,
and begins instead to talk
to someone else
then I smile,
a deep contented smile
and go off in search of my husband. ♥