This artwork is awesome
My head this morning
filled with white noise
churning, burning, yearning.
Self care: I do yoga.
Open, close, stretch and hold –
In and out, follow the breath.
But still, my neck is tight,
corded, stiff. My shoulders
bunched, too close to my ears.
Self care: I do morning pages.
I scrawl, my pen tears up the pages:
I, you, we, no, want, what? Fuck you!
I tend to my family: meals made,
bag packed, hair done, beds made,
house tidied, washing done.
Self-care: I walk.
A magpie changes my direction
towards a way less travelled.
The sun warms my bare arms
my legs feel strong and sturdy.
Everything is different yet the same.
I pack the coffee in the pot
and while it bubbles, I write down
the words that came to me while I walked.
And I notice, all of a sudden:
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