Last night I knock a jar of ginger down
off the shelf
which then hits the dinner plate below
breaking off an edge
a brief moment of devastation and
disappointment
as someone who talks to herself a lot
I am very conscious of
harsh, defeating self-talk
and it’s something I do not do
it’s a moment, it’s a plate, not something I can
undo
pushing through days of slight
unrest
floundering a little, I suppose
into that
end of July feeling
giving way to the onset of August
to come
ask for what you need, I believe
try to tell him I’m needing a little undivided
attention
except of course when you come at him like a
raging lunatic
he somehow fails to listen
possibly feeling like he’s mistakenly been
spun through the wrong
turnstile
not at all disappointed by the rain today
feels about
right
I’ve just finished a book about the Arctic,
the Inuit and their inherent right
to be cold
about what we have done, and continue to do
(or rather fail to do)
to a people, to our planet
we really can be a horrible, unrelenting people
in a constant quest for control and
money
this morning I willingly dive into
Saved By a Song
The Art and Healing Power of Songwriting
by Mary Gauthier
and I hold it gently as I read
feeling a great well of tears bouncing around
inside me
indeed like dancing raindrops
on parched ground
where every word feels like it is touching
just the right spot
of tenderness and pain
in the most wonderful way
forever I feel, I just wish you didn’t have to go through
this pain
addictions and unworthiness that touch so many
yet how wonderfully open and giving
she is of truth, talent, insight and heart
songwriting is something that amazes me entirely
how it’s done, when it is done well
how words connect us
speak to us and for us
and how great the power of words
help to carry one
through
May you dear reader (ever hopeful there may be at least one)
find gentle things in your day
that touch your heart
even if it’s just to remind you
where it is ♥
