day 9 – wonder

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.


wonder.  |ˈwəndər|
noun
a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.

verb
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

A Haibun is essentially a short Prose Poem (which we will explore tomorrow too) with a Haiku at the end.


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.

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:

wonder.
Inspiration:

nature, walk, birth, insight

Haibun:

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.

bark
of fallen limbs
my past sheds the same

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.

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.

28 thoughts on “day 9 – wonder

  1. I walk this cold pavement alone. My footsteps heavy and my stride uneasy. The grey sky has cleared but the clouds are resistant to the gentle blow of the wind. It’s winter now. I had to remind myself that you left in the summer and I have to walk this road alone. I rub my hands together and put them inside my jacket pocket. The sunlight warms my face and I am reminded of how warm it felt when it was held in yours. I walk on.

    dancing clouds
    cold wind
    sunlight peeks

  2. Meetings, greetings and notary repeatings have left us exhausted. My daughter and I pull into a Guest parking space in front of a workplace, her future. Breath comes out in icy puffs like clouds. She wears her hoodie like a school uniform, phone as her eyes directing her closer to first period.

    After school we eat
    heavenly burgers and fries
    Our first week, mom and kid

  3. Bundled in coat, earmuffs and boots I stepped outside early this morning, just as a strong gust of wind almost pulled the door from my hand. I took a deep breath of cold air and exhaled into the wool scarf wrapped around my neck and face. There was only the slight crunch of gravel as I walked across the driveway. The front fields were brown and barren. Fallen tree limbs from last week’s ice and snow storm were scattered throughout the woods beside the house. Bare trees with broken branches rose toward a gray gloomy sky. The absence of color was overwhelming. Since my mother passed on, there had been very little color in my life.

    Stark winter shadows
    cast darkness across windows
    hiding light within

    I continued on my walk and noticed small patches of snow scattered here and there. I could almost hear my mother saying, “Snow on the ground for three days waits for more snow.”  About that time I saw the green from the Easter lilies barely peeking above the earth. The hardy stems from the dogwoods lining the driveway seemed to be waving for my attention. Out of nowhere I had the strong impulse to wish on a dandelion as I did as a child. I let the tears spill into my scarf and headed back inside. The warmth and glow coming from the fireplace greeted me. As I turned to look out the window, the sun came out. Something in me had changed.

    Winter’s freezing chill
    is preparation for earth’s
    regeneration

    1. Really touching. Sad but then nature is there teaching us about hope and re-birth, An inexhaustible companion in our journey. ❤️

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