Last weekend my husband and I went to the Decatur Book Festival. There we met a Vietnamese author who wrote a graphic novel memoir of her life. Hubby had always wanted to do that and meeting her reignited his passion and he has been excitedly working on ideas. It is cool to see him energized about a personal passion project.
It made me think what did I used to love. Why do I think I don’t have time to do that, or I am not good enough. It came back to writing. I write this blog, true. I used to love creative writing. Poetry, short stories that sort of thing. So I thought why can’t I do some of that. I don’t have to be F. Scott Fitzgerald or Emily Dickinson. I could just write for me and where better than on the blog I started so I could write just what I wanted, just for me. So I decided to do exactly that. Periodically I will use my blog to explore some creative writing. Below is a poem inspired by my meditation practice, marriage, and mindfulness.
This moment is everything and nothing.
The ties to the past have been sliced off.
The tangled ties to the future lay untouched and smooth at my feet.
I laugh at the beauty of you.
I Weep at the pain I see there.
Both there, all of you fully before me.
I am the most perfect I will ever be
I know less than I ever will
The innocence of not knowing this moment has passed
I will never see you exactly as you are right now
I will never be exactly the same
We will never be in this moment again
Let’s just both be who and where we are