I am grateful for this simple daily practise and how it has
both encouraged me AND shown me myself in NOT so flattering ways.
I am grateful that I love making mistakes and, sometimes,
making discoveries right smack dab in the middle of them.
I am grateful for connection, which this part of my morning writing practise gives me.
Unconventionally, perhaps, yet connection nonetheless.
I am grateful for BEing able to give myself a break from
trying to BE or SEEM a way I am NOT feeling in that moment. For letting my
weariness, my confusion, and my depleted inspiration trot itself out front and
center.
I am grateful that I can think about things that many people
wouldn’t consider part of polite conversation. And I can just think them
without committing them to voice or paper, just in my own head and heart.
I am grateful that sometimes I realise that I am sad about
something out of habit; that really and truly I don’t mind that something is
like it is or is NOT how it is NOT.
I am grateful for having been turned down and turned back
and turned round. Turn, Turn, Turn…
I am grateful for the days when my writing feels like
threading a needle in the back of a bumpy wagon.
I love you, Currie
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