day 20 – function

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

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


function. |ˈfəNG(k)SH(ə)n|
noun
an activity or purpose natural to or intended for a person or thing.

verb
work or operate in a proper or particular way


“Soul is not about function; It’s about beauty, form, and memory.” —Julia Cameron

 

  • Music Inspiration:  eery – Her

 

  • Day 20 Exercise: Purpose

What is function, without form? And since we’re delving into self and source and soul on this 28-day journey we need to continue building a fluid sense of implementation. On the tails of yesterday’s assessment where we went inward, now we must map out a plan of purpose. What are we doing? What do we want? How can we give and grow and thrive?  Take today to reflect.

Take today to reflect. Just reflect on the word “purpose.”  Do you know your purpose? Are you living it?

The Artist’s Way is another wonderful book I read twenty years ago. That’s long before I began sharing my words publicly or even thought I had any value to share. It is a wonderful book filled with inspiration and insight and most likely propelled me to take the next step that led to the next and the next that eventually got me writing and sharing those words. It’s probably time I reread the book myself.

 

  • Day 20 Create: Past Poem

Feel free to share a poem from your past. Any style. How does it feel when you read it today? Do you still align with the narrative? The flow? Does it still resonate with you, or have you changed? Just a little exercise in self-awareness and checking in.

 

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

Function.
Inspiration:

This one definitely describes the place I am in. . . except I no longer drink dairy cream (lol). I quit dairy and switched to plant-based milk, by the way, I feel much better for the change. Whatever works for you. That’s all that matters.

Much love. 

Poem:

Love and Ink,
Grace


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.

Time to check in:

  • Have you been mindfully breathing?
  • Running gratitude?
  • How’s your self-talk?
  • Are you running affirmations?

See you back here tomorrow with another day of Self-Love.

22 thoughts on “day 20 – function

  1. What a beautiful poem, Grace. Thank you for inspiring me on this early Tuesday morning before I go substitute for a science teacher (I know very little about science!) :) Have a beautiful day. I’ll find one of my old poems and post it here later today. Much love :)

  2. I Sleep On My Ears
    With a derisory smile on my lips
    At the point of tears I curse
    The petty everyday life
    Trivial yet vital strifes
    Having a foreboding of trouble
    String that strain my heart
    To the breaking point
    I’m gazing alternatively
    At pros and cons of platonic passions
    Against the vanity and the jealous egocentricty…

  3. “In every moment joy,” beautiful, E!

    Even the pain and difficult times are beautiful for the lessons and growth they provide. This is why I adore nature. It’s all about balance (tomorrow’s theme) and yet it seems so simple. Yet the complexities that exist in the simplicity is where the profound blossoms.

    Love it

  4. You have the best assignments! I don’t write very much poetry (and share even less) – thank you for giving us a safe space to do so. Here’s an old one:

    The Things You Remember

    A mint-green cotton dress
    With stains on the front
    Where the goose knocked you down
    And sat on your belly until Mama saved you
    It was auntie’s wedding day
    And now you were all dirty
    And what would people say?
    At 4, who gets dirty at 4?

    Grandpa leaning down to your ear
    Oh! He was a big, wonderful Irish man
    Old Spice and pipe tobacco
    Lifted his monstrous arm to the sky
    He pointed to the soaring hawk
    Except you think he said “hog”
    With feathers and a screeching cry?
    And since when do pigs fly?

    White, cable-knit tights
    Patent leather shoes
    Sunday best, always in a pew
    Then to Grandma’s for Sanka and Seven-up
    Pink and tan and chocolate Keebler wafers
    Sadness–no one ever picked the vanilla
    At least not you

    The stuffed animals in your bed
    How you rotated their proximity to the center
    So they could take turns sleeping next to you
    You didn’t want anyone to be ignored
    On the perimeter
    To have hurt feelings
    To get cold

    You used to wake up in the middle of the night
    Frost inside the windows and under
    Your fingernails and on your lips
    Smothered under a ton of blankets
    And a red coat with smelly faux fur
    Who wears a coat to bed?
    You did
    I saw it
    I remember it
    Like it was me

  5. “To Catch a Falling Star”

    After dark, when lightening bugs

    dampen their glow

    I grab my poly-chrome bucket

    to catch falling stars.

    Maroon bucket full,

    I take a sip

    careful not to burn lips

    cool as silver crimson

  6. Often enough I sit to stop and think.
    What purpose these hands, what can they give?
    A hand that bleeds, writes life in ink.
    Often enough I sit to stop and think.
    Rivers flow from this heart and mind in sync.
    To lift, create, be positive.
    Often enough I sit to stop and think.
    What purpose these hands, what can they give?

  7. Along the edge of a thought when I awaken,..
    Or in memories,..
    The moment I realize there are no more
    Together since birth… separated by death
    All that remains is a fragment of life…
    Unaffected by your absence.

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