This blank sheet of paper is delicious.
I love to plunge into the page.
I haven’t been doing it.
I’ve let these practices slide away:
The nightly inventory.
I’m still doing yoga–
Too vain to let that go–
And I’ve been remembering to pray.
Even if it’s after I’ve stood up from bed,
Am cleaving my contacts onto my eyeballs,
And twinges of discontentment–
Poke my gut.
Then I’m back to bed,
Kneel on the mattress,
Pull the duvet over my shoulders
And finally pray.
Even yoga is distracted.
I put my iPhone on my mat to
Read my Daily Reflection during
And I’m light and bouncy on the words.
They don’t take.
I’m making lists in my mind:
I’m up and writing.
Normal feels good.
One more normal week before
Wedding week starts.
I have a lot to do.