Welcome to day nine of 28 days of Self-Love.
Let’s continue to cultivate the habit of Self-Love through creativity, breath, and gratitude.
a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.
1. desire or be curious to know something.
2. feel admiration and amazement; marvel.
“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” —Franz Kafka
- Music Inspiration: Ane Brun – Halo feat. Linnea Olsson
- Day 9 Exercise: Take a Walk
Today we are going to take a walk. It doesn’t matter where you walk, but you need to get outside with nature. You can walk your neighborhood or a park. Maybe you take a short drive to find a trail you like. But get outside with nature. This is best done alone (since we are cultivating self-love here) to keep your mind focused on mindful breathing. So walk, breathe, and open your eyes to the world around you. See with the eyes through the heart filter of gratitude. Take note of what you see for later.
When you get back, jot down words, phrases, snippets, emotions, etc. in your journal. Anything that comes to mind after that cleansing walk with nature can be included here.
- Day 9 Create: Haibun
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.
Poets.org 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:
nature, walk, birth, insight
There is a place I visit, not in dreams. A lone path, on a walk toward renewal. I am barefoot with woolen thoughts and a keeper of remains of a life I once knew. Now huddled here, moss clings to the walls and carpets the path I often crept. Between grave markers, this life and the last, alyssum is wild within its expanse, dotting this ground with no intent of bringing joy. Ah but it does, to me. I remember well, the sweet scent, the prolific white blooms bring as the day wanes and nature knows my footprints, understands my wordless pleas. This is not a forest. This is not a trail. This is no longer the path for me.
of fallen limbs
my past sheds the same
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.
How does it feel to cultivate wonder and creativity through childlike eyes, once again? See you back here tomorrow with another day of Self-Love.