My reading chair
In my reading corner
In my bedroom
Next to the window
Where the sun pours in, in the mornings
My reading chair
A simple Ikea chair
With a footstool
Usually covered with books
Where I do a lot of reading and writing
My reading chair
My oasis
My place of calm
Where I inhale the fragrance
Of other people’s thoughts and feelings
My reading chair
For the last twenty years
And for years to come
Hopefully
January 9th, 2021
Back and forth
Back and forth
From icon to icon
On my cell phone:
WhatsApp
Instagram
E-mail
News
Facebook
I read
I listen
I contemplate
And repeat…
Too much news?
Too much information?
Too much screen time?
Perhaps
So I put my phone away
Open my notebook
And start to write
Suddenly time slows down
I relax
I don’t have to process so much information
I don’t have to listen to sad news
I can be in my place of calm
The coffee shops are closed
So, the comfortable chair in our bedroom, by the window
Is where I’m writing today
It’s cloudy and
We’re longing for the return of the sun
We’re all doing our best to cope
To stay connected to friends
To avoid getting cabin fever
To do things in new and different ways
Thankful that writing centres me
Thankful that I’m in touch with my friends
Hoping we’ll emerge stronger and wiser
When we’ve made it through these challenging times
April 2nd, 2020
Emotions like waves come to the shore
With noise and fury that lessons gradually
Until they arrive at the shore line and there is a semblance of calm
Before another wave comes
And so on
I feel these waves intensely
They bring me joy and
They bring me heartache
Sometimes the heartaches catch me by surprise
The rush of the wave is unexpected
But calm return eventually
And these waves of emotions
Continue to come to shore
As long as we love
And as long as we live
June 18th, 2019
When a negative thought comes to mind
Think of three positive ones
When you feel disappointed
Think of what you’re grateful for
When things don’t go your way
Remember you don’t always know best
When your are overwhelmed
Take a deep breath
Our days are full of ups and downs
We can’t be happy all the time
But we can be content
We can be calm
That’s in our own hands
Though somethings are not
Our attitude determines our point of view
Our point of view, how we feel
We can wallow in the valley of sadness
Or, we can move through it
May 10th, 2019
I get into in a zone
When I write
A special place
A place of reflection and calm
I’m with people
But separated
There is talking around me
But I don’t hear it
When I enter this special space
It’s hard to leave
I like to linger
The world and its activities await
But I’d like to delay them
So, I stay
I Stay a little bit … longer
March 17th, 2019
The silence of the early morning
When the world is still sleeping
When the sun has not risen
When my mind is refreshed after a night of rest
When the day ahead awaits
All I hear is the tick tock of the clock in the living room
And the hum of the heater
And that’s if I listen for it
Otherwise, I’m lost in my thoughts
On a sea of tranquility
No one to distract me
No one who needs me
No urgent feeling to do things
Other than contemplate, read and write
It’s the magic of the early morning
Is my spirit closer to its source?
Is my mind not clouded with the tasks of the day?
What is the source of this calm I feel?
March 4th, 6:00 am
I write to sort out my thoughts and figure things out
What do others do who don’t write?
I write to relax and recuperate
What do others do who don’t write?
I write to express myself
What do others do who don’t write?
I write to go to a placeless place and explore
What do others do who don’t write?
I write to breathe out, to exhale
What do others do who don’t write?
I write to bring joy into my life
What do others do who don’t write?
I write to go to my place of calm
What do others do who don’t write?
October 14th, 2018
Relaxing and enjoying my solitude
It’s been a while since I could say that
Now, silence is not filled with anxiety
Now, I can roam freely in the atmosphere of my thoughts
Now, writing takes me to my place of calm
August 17, 2018
Calm like the stillness of the lake
Calm like the quiet of the night
Calm like green grass of the meadow
Calm like the early morning breeze
Calm like the serenity prayer
Calm like a baby sleeping
Calm like the murmur of water
Calm like a soul at peace
July 9th, 2018
What do I do when I want to relax?
What do I do to get away from it all?
What do I do for me time?
The answer is simple: I write
Sometimes what I write is interesting
Other times, not so much
The purpose is not always
Creating a work of art
It’s emptying my cup
There is a calm that comes over me
When I write
I can’t explain it
Don’t know why
But that writing is one of my favourite things
There is no doubt
Give me a pen and paper
And a writing spot
Preferably in a coffee shop
And I’ll be happy and satisfied
Why expressing myself
Brings me joy, I don’t know
Why do I have this need to write
I don’t know
All I know is that writing gives me life
Refreshes my soul and cheers my heart
April 21st, 2018
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