Had a particularly low day last Thursday which carried on into Friday. I spent time resting, with myself, meditating and I wrote this poem which helped shift through it... A 'free' day. Of late, so rare
Anticipated with longing
And yet, now here, I find
The ache of longing still present With time, I've fallen into a hole
Missing, void, partial, unwhole
Sadness, grief and despair, hard to bear Stopping to re-collect my week's feelings
I find connection, jo
A couple of weeks before Christmas I had a sense of boredom. Not a big urrghhh I need to change my life kind of boredom, just a low level... oh there used to be dancing and getting dressed up and events to look forward to and now there's not. Maybe we've all been feeling a bit of that in 2020 and 2021. There's just been so much less happening. Anyway it brought me to the awareness that I wanted more joy. When I sat with that, I realised that more joy requires two things...