Write. Slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe. Clear Your Mind. Let it go. L.E.T. I.T. G.O. Listen. Look. Feel…
10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1…
What do you hear? The wind attempting to whisper secrets in my ear. Far off voices rising and falling. Cars coming and going. Families. The quiet swoosh of my pen as it crosses the page. The hum-trickle-hum of the fish tank.
What do you see? Blue skies playing peek-a-boo between gray, flat clouds. Browns. Muted-reds. Yellows. The grass is still green. A sluggish bumble-bee. Tiny ripples in the bird bath. A ladybug on my page, alive like my words! Tree tops sway. A bouquet of mums giggles in the wind. The click of consonants and the gentle rolling of vowels. Words—incredible. The blue of the ink striking the page, spiraling up, down, around and across…it is as if life is exhaled across the page.
Barely-grape pages
Vanilla clouds
A Chocolate sweater
Raspberry jam eyeglasses
What do you feel? The whisper of a breeze touching the tendrils of curls at the back of my neck. The warmth of sunshine on my denim jeans.
The soft lilac pages of my journal. The brilliant cobalt-blue ink of my pen. The long shadow of my hand and pen on the page. Every blank line a canvas ready to be painted.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Just Breathe
Write. Slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe. Clear Your Mind. Let it go. L.E.T. I.T. G.O. Listen. Look. Feel…
10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1…
What do you hear? The wind attempting to whisper secrets in my ear. Far off voices rising and falling. Cars coming and going. Families. The quiet swoosh of my pen as it crosses the page. The hum-trickle-hum of the fish tank.
What do you see? Blue skies playing peek-a-boo between gray, flat clouds. Browns. Muted-reds. Yellows. The grass is still green. A sluggish bumble-bee. Tiny ripples in the bird bath. A ladybug on my page, alive like my words! Tree tops sway. A bouquet of mums giggles in the wind. The click of consonants and the gentle rolling of vowels. Words—incredible. The blue of the ink striking the page, spiraling up, down, around and across…it is as if life is exhaled across the page.
Barely-grape pages
Vanilla clouds
A Chocolate sweater
Raspberry jam eyeglasses
What do you feel? The whisper of a breeze touching the tendrils of curls at the back of my neck. The warmth of sunshine on my denim jeans.
The soft lilac pages of my journal. The brilliant cobalt-blue ink of my pen. The long shadow of my hand and pen on the page. Every blank line a canvas ready to be painted.
10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1…
What do you hear? The wind attempting to whisper secrets in my ear. Far off voices rising and falling. Cars coming and going. Families. The quiet swoosh of my pen as it crosses the page. The hum-trickle-hum of the fish tank.
What do you see? Blue skies playing peek-a-boo between gray, flat clouds. Browns. Muted-reds. Yellows. The grass is still green. A sluggish bumble-bee. Tiny ripples in the bird bath. A ladybug on my page, alive like my words! Tree tops sway. A bouquet of mums giggles in the wind. The click of consonants and the gentle rolling of vowels. Words—incredible. The blue of the ink striking the page, spiraling up, down, around and across…it is as if life is exhaled across the page.
Barely-grape pages
Vanilla clouds
A Chocolate sweater
Raspberry jam eyeglasses
What do you feel? The whisper of a breeze touching the tendrils of curls at the back of my neck. The warmth of sunshine on my denim jeans.
The soft lilac pages of my journal. The brilliant cobalt-blue ink of my pen. The long shadow of my hand and pen on the page. Every blank line a canvas ready to be painted.
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