I started to type my gratitude for the week and I couldn’t put anything that had transpired in the week in eloquent words.
Because there was nothing spectacular or remotely excitable happened that I could share on this page. I found myself struggling to put a twist on the mundane things that had happened or even to say that I survived the week with my back pain constantly following me around. To be honest, it’s a big win – we ate well, we shared laughter, we picked fights, we slept well on some days and not so well on others – it was a regular week with regular events. And for that, I am incredibly grateful, although, this is not a great content-worthy topic to share.
So here I am sharing a piece of verse that cropped into my mind as I sit with nothing to share.
When unsure, let the mind do the talking, let it start slow, let it find its pace, allow the words to flow, don’t wait for the fireworks to begin at once, slowly but surely, there will be magic so what, if it is just a few sprinkles of pixie dust, the star-studded sky is more brilliant than any fireworks when the words flow at its pace, there will be magic to follow the scribbles may take another form in due time– a work of art, a piece of poetry, or simply a line stringing together words holding your thoughts, often, that’s all it takes to slip past the unsureness!
I am winding up this post with gratitude in my heart and nothing special to show for it.