Good morning, my beautiful readers. This is a beautiful morning in my parts. The sun is shining, the air is still, and the flourishing, lush, summer-grown plants are relishing the sunlight drying them off, from the good, quenching rains which we have been experiencing lately. This Sunday physically demonstrates peace and hope, right outside of my window. How fitting for a Sunday! My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry, here at Adulting – Second Half. I either write a poem or I share a poem that has moved be by another writer. Write a poem today. Get to know what is stirring you. Writing a poem is one of the best ways to get acquainted with your most intimate self. Here is my poem for today:
“Okay”
And then the question starts swirling, What space do I write from today?
My carefully constructed, detached, deprecating, sarcastic self? or . . .
My half-held together, desperately attached, questioning, depleted self?
In my core, my deepest self, holds all of it together, firmly threaded in love,
And lightly pulls my hair away from my ear and softly whispers,
“Honey, just write from your heart, and let the rest of it all fall away.
And then get yourself a cookie, and composed or crazy, just live your day.
It’s all okay. It’s all going to be okay. You, my love, are always going to be okay.”
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.