Wednesday, September 20, 2017

DWP #8: QUAINT {9.20.17}

The She Shed

Out beyond the grassy expanse
and just inside the tall oak trees
surrounded by flaming sumac bushes
sits a shed
that time forgot.

Walking past the sandbox
and the swing set
whose swings have sat empty for years
he leads her there
hand in hand
to that shed
that time forgot.

The late day sun
cast bright rays through the tall oaks
dancing off the panes
of two square windows
that sat beside the door
of that shed
that time forgot.

But the door --
that door.
What once was brown
is now bathed in royal amethyst,
standing in contrast to the golden yellow walls
and white rails.

A trailing vine of red roses
snake up a side trellis
to the top of the roof
where it reaches toward the sun.

How could this be that shed
that time forgot?

This place --
forgotten, neglected and worn
was now a quaint little hideaway
he made just for her.
"A room of your own,"
he says to her
as she pushes the door wide
and takes it all in.

This shed she will never forget.



Tuesday, September 19, 2017

DWP #7: BUBBLE {9.19.17}

I am new to meditation, but it is something I'm trying very hard to include in my day.

I've heard a lot about the benefits of meditation: improved focus and creativity, lower blood pressure, increased sense of well-being, stronger immunity.....I could go on and on.

Some days of my meditation practice are easier than others. Other days, I can't keep my mind from going on a scavenger hunt. Instead of focusing on the breath, I find myself thinking about what I'm going to make for dinner, what someone said to me yesterday, when the last time was that I checked social media, and a million other things all at once.

This was definitely NOT meditating.

But the longer I practice, the more I learn that this "monkey mind" behavior is normal. The important part of meditation is being able to notice that your mind has wandered and bring it back to focusing on the breath.

At first, I struggled with this. Then I learned to think of each thought as a bubble and to visualize that thought bubble floating away, out of my reach.

And it worked!

So now when I meditate and notice my mind has wandered, I place that thought into a shiny bubble and watch it float away.




Monday, September 18, 2017

DWP #6: DELIVER {9.18.17}

It's been a long time since I've written a letter to be mailed.

With the advent of email, voicemail, Voxer, Facebook and that oldie-but-goodie, the phone, writing letters as a way to communicate and catch-up is a lost art.

I remember when I was a kid, I would write a letter to my grandfather who lived in Michigan. Putting a stamp on an envelope was a lot cheaper than calling him on the phone (that charged by the minute). He never wrote back, but I didn't care. When I put that letter in the mail, I was a way of connecting with him across the miles and it made me miss him a little less.

Now, both of my kids are away at college and I have found myself writing letters again. I talk to them both on the phone regularly (sometimes many times a day), but nothing beats going to your mailbox and finding a letter has been delivered.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

DWP #5: UNITE {9.17.17}

When I started the Daily Writing Project (DWP) a mere five days ago, I had no idea the response I would get.

I started the DWP because I needed a way to be accountable for returning to the page every day. I had fallen away from my daily writing (due to the 'busyness' of life and other lame excuses...) and wanted to get back at it.

Sharing my daily writing online was a way to be held accountable, even if only to myself.

Inviting others to join me on the DWP journey was a way maybe help others write every day and even build a little community in the process.

Well..it's working.

Others have contacted me and told me that the DWP was the spark they needed to get back to their own writing.

And they are inviting others to join their accountability circle.

Writers UNITE!

Looking to join in? Here's the info:

Saturday, September 16, 2017

DWP #4: EXPLAIN {9.16.17}

I didn't think I could possibly explain it one more time.

Our insurance is new.
We're not in their system yet.
My daughter needs to visit the clinic at school.
Needs a medication refill.
Today.

No, I don't know my member ID.
No, I don't know my group number.

Our insurance is new.
We're not in their system yet.

No, she can't wait until Monday.

I need to talk to who?

Could you transfer me?

What?! Disconnected?!

Again??!

Hello.
You are the fourth person I've talked to today.

Our insurance is new.
We're not in their system yet.
My daughter needs....

I'm sorry?

No, I don't want to take a customer satisfaction survey at the end of this call.
Do I have to explain why....




Friday, September 15, 2017

DWP #3: FLUTTER {9.15.17}

I hear it before I see it.

Its telltale whir
As it zip, zip, zags through the air
Searching for a bright larkspur or honeysuckle vine
To drink its sweet wine.

It pauses,
Realizes I am neither,
Then flutters away.

My heart,
Always in awe of the ruby-throated hummingbird,
Flutters a bit too.


Thursday, September 14, 2017

DWP Day 2: BRANCH

"A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking
because her trust is not on the branch, but on her wings.
Always believe in yourself."

This is one of my favorite quotes. A few years ago, my One Litte Word was FLY. I thought this quote was the perfect accompaniment to my OLW. It inspired me to believe that I always had the potential to do more than I thought I could do. 

Staying on the branch is easy. I know because I've been spending quite a bit of time there lately. So much time that I wonder if my wings even work anymore.

Starting a new business is not easy. Becoming an empty nester is not easy. Going from working around other people to just yourself every day is not easy.

Lately, I've found myself grasping tighter and tighter to my branch -- my home base where I know how everything works. Maybe I'm doing this because there's been so much change in my life over the past six months that this is an involuntary reaction.

But it's time to let go of my branch.

Time to venture out.

Time to be brave and get out there.

Time to see how those wings work.