As if it is Sacred
She Will Not Be Quiet: My writing practice
Special Note: After posting here (mostly) daily for over 200 days, I have decided that I want/need less screen time & more time to focus my attention on getting my next book in the world. I will continue posting here when I am moved to do so. During the holidays, I suspect I will flit in & out of this page (but will probably mostly be out).
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Thank you so much for being one of my readers. This community is very special to me. Happy Holidays to you. xo
Day #247 of (mostly unedited) writing/sharing.
As if it is Sacred
I throw on his oversized flannel shirt, so aware of the dark and silence of this December morning— everything creeks and cracks as I walk slowly down the hallway toward the lit up Christmas tree, the scent of coffee. In the kitchen, I foam milk, pour a touch of vanilla into the mug my daughter made in her high school ceramic class. How have so many years passed since those high school days? Touch of vanilla, hot coffee, foaming goodness on top. I pause to watch the steam rise. I do it all slowly, as if it is sacred. As if this day is new and anything is possible. As if I am new. I sit now, cat purring on my lap, window open to let December in, cradling the warm mug against my heart. I close my eyes and sip.
Our December Write Yourself Free class is on Thursday, December 18th from 9:00—11:00 am (PST).
This will be a special, pre-holiday class. There will be lots of poetry, an opportunity to ask me questions about my writing life, and some time to get some ink on the page.
You are invited to give your thinking/planning/gift-buying/restless mind a rest & show up as you are. Consider it a sanctuary for your tired spirt. Bring your favorite beverage, your comfiest clothes, an open mind.
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Signed copies of my book Staying in Love, and signed poetry prints can be found by clicking on the below image.
Our poems are definitely in conversation, Julia! Celebrating an "ordinary" day as sacred. I felt right there with you. And now I want to put vanilla in my coffee! Just beautiful.
This poem is so vivid and tangible, Julia. Just lovely, my friend.