Every day is another universe to explore. If it seems routine or boring, look harder. Breathe. Feel. Taste. The weather is always changing. The light will never be the same. The sounds arising, each and every one, are more miracles of universes being created and coming to pass. This human life is the tiniest blip on the grand scale of the universe, where entire galaxies are born and die and eons flash by in a single day. Don’t take yourself too seriously. This will all be gone, and soon. How you live this day is the only thing that matters.
Hey friends. I’m late to the game, catching up on the last few days. I liked the prompt for day 8 over at the NaPoWriMo site, which included links to multiple Twitter accounts that focus on the work of individual poets and which send lines of their poetry (Poetry Bots!) into the universe. ❤️🌈❤️🌈❤️🌈❤️🌈❤️🌈❤️🌈❤️🌈❤️🌈❤️🌈❤️
Poem Beginning With a Line By Sylvia Plath
I am not ready for anything to happen. I am not ready for anything not to happen. I am, quite simply, not ready. Not ready for life or for death. Not ready for sickness or for health. Not ready for a Pandemic. Not ready to go back to “normal.” I am not ready, but I can still breathe. Yes. I’ll breathe in now. Yes. I’ll breathe out now. I guess I’m ready for something. I’m ready to breathe.
Well, it looks like I should start giving myself a limit on time spent on the NaPoWriMo site. Between yesterday’s prompt and today’s, I probably spent two good hours poring over the linked content. Yesterday’s Bosch painting really sucked me in, but so did today’s bizarre news with catchy titles. And of course that led me down another rabbit hole! I’m going off prompt today… 🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨🍃✨
It’s good enough just to breathe. Bonus points for bathing. Bonus points for dressing up like you’re going to work… But it’s totally understandable if all you want to do is stay in bed. Sometimes I feel that way too. Just remember that you deserve your own kindness, gentleness and understanding. Remember that you aren’t alone, even when you’re feeling lonely. Be generous with your praise; everybody needs some kindness right about now. Mostly, just trust… Trust that everything will turn out ok. It will, you know… Everything will turn out just fine.
I’ve been keeping this blog for years now, and this is my 6th consecutive year of NaPoWriMo. Hey, a pandemic can’t stop poetry, good news, right? Today’s prompt on the NaPoWriMo site recommended trying out a metaphor generator. I had some fun with it, but it didn’t inspire any poetry. So, I’ll just be doing my thang today…which is simply showing up and allowing what wants to be said to come forth…
As I grope for some kind of sane rhythm in the aftermath of our loss of normalcy I am comforted by what doesn’t change.
I still grow tired at night. I still eat, drink, use the bathroom. I still breathe.
The ground is shifting constantly, never the same, so how can I build anything right now? Maybe it’s time to let things fall apart, and see what’s left after the winds of change blow through. I’d like to have some kind of plan, a goal, a vision, something that helps me feel like there’s a future and I have some control over the outcome… But this is a war humans have been fighting since they knew they could fight and where has it gotten us? Maybe I’m better off simply breathing and allowing myself to be right here, right now. Breathing and being. Yeah. That has a nice ring to it.
Don’t worry about getting it right because you can’t get it wrong… Just make it through this. You don’t have to try to be good, because you can’t be bad, you are a human being… Just make it through this. Throw out all goals except this one: To breathe slowly and deeply as many times as I can remember, through all the days of my life. The outcome is assured. Relax. Breathe. You’ll make it through this.
Just breathe. Just relax. Look around you. This moment. Don’t try to figure it all out. The moment is always changing, and the understanding you have now is different from the one you will have tomorrow. It is enough to just be who you are. It is enough to just breathe. This moment. Look around you. Just relax. Just breathe.
Being ok with change takes practice, so don’t be hard on yourself for not taking this well. We are hardwired to gravitate toward familiarity— it’s how we all survived this long, so in a deep, instinctive way, we all yearn to get back to “normal.” And yet… we were made for these times. This is what we have been preparing for. So, beloveds, take a deep breath, be extra kind, gentle and loving with yourself, hold all your hurting parts with tenderness. Change is hard and sometimes life sucks, but you aren’t alone. We will get through this together.
Jaded, yet plugging along at this thing called daily life. I want so much to be understood by someone who doesn’t charge me an hourly rate. I’m tired of being tired, tired of being grumpy, tired of being overextended. Every day I write what I’m grateful for, I remember how blessed I am, I give thanks. And, I’m waiting for more. I’m waiting for ease, for connection, for direction. Maybe I shouldn’t wait, but who has the energy to leap up, go out, and manifest a whole new life? I’ll just breathe and see if I can reclaim my sanity.