day 10 – kindness

Welcome to day ten of 28 days of Self-Love.

Let’s continue to cultivate the habit of Self-Love through creativity, breath, and gratitude.

kindness.  |ˈkīn(d)nəs|
the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate.

“No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted.” —Aesop


  • Music Inspiration:  Kaleo – Vor í Vaglaskógi


  • Day 10 Exercise: Hug Yourself

Yup! Seriously wrap your arms around yourself and give yourself a hug. A real hug. Now take yourself out today, you can take yourself to lunch, or grab a coffee/tea and a treat for yourself at a favorite cafe, or take yourself shopping for a little something: a new book, art supplies, trinket or something else that you’ve been wanting to gift yourself but have been putting off. This does not have to be big.

Now take yourself out today. You can take yourself to lunch, or grab a coffee/tea and a treat for yourself at a favorite cafe. Or take yourself shopping for a little something: a new book, art supplies, trinket or something else that you’ve been wanting to gift yourself, but have been putting off. This does not have to be a big excursion, but you do have to treat JUST YOU to something today.

Then while you are out, pay a kindness or small gesture forward to at least one other person today. This can be as simple as looking someone in the eyes and giving them an honest smile. Compliment someone else on something you notice about them that makes you smile. Pay a coffee or tea forward at your favorite cafe. This really can be anything. Just a simple gesture of giving back for the gratitude you are now learning to cultivate within.


  • Day 10 Create: Prose Poem

Now grab your notebook and turn today’s outing into a prose poem.

You are telling a story here but unlike fiction writing, you are going to focus more on the flow and poetics here. Now, I am a bit biased but to me, any good fiction always incorporates poetics to a degree.  “Always be a poet, even in prose.” —Charles Baudelaire

So this can seem a tad contradictory, however, this is really about exploration. Finding a balance embracing the flow. You can click on any of the links to explore more prose poems and get a feel for what your individual style might embody.

Don’t forget Shadow Poetry is a wonderful resource to familiarize yourself with different types of poetic form or refresh yourself on the different schemes.

Also, Poetry Foundation has a Glossary of Poetic Terms section you can search. A fantastic resource and site with daily poems for inspiration. and their Poem-A-Day is another wonderful site full of resources and a list of forms.

Here is my creative work as a result of today’s exercise:


Lots and lots of hugs!

Prose Poem:

Waves of whimsy overwhelm the sodden soul. Things such as laughter become an elusive commodity as we drop our anchors and tread the weary waters of life. Have we forgotten how to swim—  We all have our tales of high tide and first loves that have come to an end. We paddled out once, ceremonies and rituals as we partook, disposing greedily of love-ness. Another commodity spent. So we were left to float. Lust in palpable waves. But the moon, guide of the tides, brought to shore with ocher skies and turmeric sands a rebirth. We do our best. Lend our hugs. Tote our woes. The moon will rise. The sun will set. Grains of the hourglass continue to fall. It’s 3AM again the hour of clarity and confusion, but love will always call you home.

Love and Ink,

I invite you to share your poems in the comment section below or link to a blog or personal website. Read and comment on others. Introduce yourselves. Get involved. I’m excited to see what all you lovely souls have created.

Your kindness and creativity are thriving today! See you back here tomorrow with another day of Self-Love.

15 thoughts on “day 10 – kindness

  1. Note: This is my first attempt at prose poetry. I had no ides where to begin so used parts of my yesterday’s Haibun. Not even sure this qualifies as prose poetry…

    Gusts of frigid wind propels a bundled heart full of silent misery – in barren thoughts of nothingness toward fallen shadows on wilderness. Repetitive inhalation of nature’s brutal remedy – cleanses away confinement with kindness of enlightenment. The cure for living in a colorless world begins with nature.

  2. The poison of confusion, the candy of confession, I owe them the kindness of my soul. I leave all the bitterness to the soil, never to unearh again. Mother nature is kind, if I don’t want to grow any poisonous ivy within, she understands, so does Demeter. With her kind green eyes I’m refreshed every spring, as soon as the ice thaws in my heart.

  3. Heated debate between my Critic and Soul gave off warmth as winter rain continued to fall. Plan for today, I thought, to cocoon myself into dusty alphabetized shelves with tea or coffee under $5. Instead, I napped alongside a fierce miniature dragon who couldn’t draw fire while I pet her gently from snout to tail. Evening approached and my Soul won out, a victory dance between my large notebook and 5B pencil with sharpener.

    I drew a breath and a flower appeared. In, out. The lines for her face and vines through the flowers created shadows exclaiming “Courage” and “Love.” Upon my mighty pencil, the spaces between flora grew wild. What could spring from these shadows?

  4. I could not go out to treat myself today because of work but I will try to write something about kindness.

    Kindness, I learned from my Mama.
    It’s the arms that carried me as a baby.
    The lullabies that lulled me to sleep.
    It was her gentle voice of correction,
    and not of anger growing up.
    (Yes, i never heard her yell,
    even if I raised up hell.)
    It’s the staying up late with no sleep
    because I was sick.
    She gave me another slice of pie—
    even if she didn’t have any.
    It’s the support and understanding
    no matter what.
    She accepted me whole.
    She said “It’s easier to be kind
    than to be mean, for it makes the heart light
    and the face beam.”
    Kindness, I learned from my Mama.

    1. Today I found a new kindness, to myself, my husband and my daughter. Our time together, a walk to the lake and watching the white pelicans fly overhead left no time for my selfishness or complaints. There was no anger or ambition as we approached the shore with our wet shoes, after all of our effort to keep our feet dry, The cormorants were spreading their wings and the wind helped to lift another great white bird into the sky. There are so many ways to bring kindness into the world. Get ready.

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