Rather than panic, preach or pity myself and the world-at-large, I intend to write one thing per day that I am thankful for during this viral storm. Some postings will be humorous, silly, serious, and some stretching-the-limits-of-gratitude. Some will include stories, haiku, poetry, painting/sketching and/or simple sentences.
My intention is to take this forced down time and use it as an opportunity: to slow-cook more creatively (lots of unexplored ways to cook pasta, lentils and beans); more house cleaning/clearing, trail walking and talking, reading, napping, pruning, gardening and creating.
I will engage all my earthly senses as well as my Angels and Guides in more conversation/communication bound to include plenty of cussing, anger, tears, feelings of vulnerability, culpability, asking for help and clarification, gratitude, plus singing and dancing.
This will be a journal of sorts, which I will be posting on Awoodlandrose’s blog “The Poetry Of Soil.” I took a hiatus from my daily mindful writing practice this January and February for the first time in eight or nine years, so the Universe is offering me a second chance knowing it is rare that I am ever at a loss for words.
Today, I will begin with gratitude for my quirky yet solid sense of self, good health and humor. This in turn allows me to appreciate, remain cognizant and respectful of everyone else’s sense of self, health and humor in my own community and around the globe.