Last night there was a thunderstorm. It was loud. It was bright. The rain was pouring from the sky. Everything stopped. I sat in bed with all of the blinds opened and watched the flashing lightning paint the sky over and over and over again. The thunder boomed and my poor Bella ran under the bed. The rain poured and poured and poured. I thought about how cleansing a storm can be. While it's happening, it can be scary...just ask my dog...but after it's over, I wake up and feel renewed. Maybe we need to storm sometimes too. Let it all out and see what's left and how it feels. I storm...on the pages my notebook. When I'm frustrated or worried or ecstatic, I open the pages and let it all out. The emotions paint the pages of my notebook...it's all left there. And after, I feel renewed. I breathe more deeply, think more clearly, and feel better. Without thunderstorms, what would spring be? Without writing, who would I be? I have always been deeply connected to th...
I called in,
ReplyDeletethen cancelled,
the Sub for today,
dreading the writing of
lesson plans of
lines and stanzas
and wondering about
the theme and variation
of the poem
I didn't want to have to write
but did anyway.
:)
Kevin
I
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over
writer's block
by using this form
it's easy, just count syllables.
(I'm writing fibs today.)
I'm glad you showed up.
Showing up, even when it's hard, is half of the battle!
ReplyDeleteI understand, and glad you are here!
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