It’s a new day
I am sitting at my shambles of a desk. My thoughts pull in many directions. Clean my room, scrub the shower, put away my clothes. Open emails. Check social media. Reply to emails. Start working on something, on anything. Make a to do list. Make a might do list. Go easy and gentle and build momentum for the day. Exercse and don’t forget to breathe.
I am home now and sitting at my slightly cleaner desk. I have reduced my coffee cups to one. I watered my plants. I don’t have a purpose for this journal entry other than to write my way into my thoughts.
Where do my thoughts linger today?
There are many things under the surface.
Some of them interesting and relevant, many not.
It’s Monday. The beginning of a work week. I have been craving structure and stability. For the last few months there has been chaos around me. The neighbours are building a new house, actually, many houses on one property. Maybe tomorrow, there will be construction noise. Diggers ripping into the earth. Power tools grinding metal. Swearing workers in high visibility vests. Last week the walls of my room were shaking. Wherein I needed a day off, a day of rest but my home became unsafe. It’s an interesting state when you cannot rely on home for rest and sanctuary. I feel like I am spending a small fortune on rent for an unpredictable environment.
Today, however there is no noise. There is only the sound of birds. I do not know how long it will last. Long enough, it seems to write to you.
I have been thinking about priorities. About daily practice. About goals. About all the ways life gets in the way of writing. I have been thinking about the sacrifices necessary to pursue the path of a poet.
My thought train stops while I clean my glasses. While I check the pasta boiling on the stove. Cauliflower in the oven. I take another sip of coffee and sit back down at my desk. Is the writing life good for me?
Where am I going on the path of the poet?
What inquires come alive?
My thoughts feel ordinary, feel important. I continue my work.
Talk soon,
Harley.
