Me and a Poem
I’m a junkie. An education junkie. I take a ton of classes. So much so that I never really have time to finish all of them. For this very reason, I’ve cut back. Before I sign up for a class, I seriously weigh how much time I’ll have free to devote to the content and just how committed I am to being fully present for the entire course. I’ve passed on a lot of classes as of late because I just don’t have enough time.
Then, my dear Liz Lamoreux created a class I couldn’t pass up: Create Space. It’s different than many of the classes I take. It’s not a scrapbooking class. It’s not an art class. It’s a soul class. In Liz’s words, it’s an “online experience that invites you to give yourself the gift of being present in this moment of your life. During this four-week course, you will slow down, take a deep breath with intention, and notice what you need. Through video and audio lessons, stories, writing and photography prompts, and weekly creative adventure assignments, we will explore self-care and being-present practices to use in your everyday life.”
Over the last few years, I’ve morphed into a very angry, cranky and unhappy person. I can easily tell you how I got here, but I don’t know how to get out of this murky place. So I continue my quest to rediscover the girl I once was; to let go of my anger; and to rediscover the joy that is in my life.
Yesterday, while journaling and meditating, I was prompted to write a poem (thanks also to Liz and her wonderful book). And I wanted to share it. Don’t laugh. I’ve never written a poem and I’ve certainly never shared one publicly.
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