I have been writing a poem a day about Peace on my Poetry Affair blog.

It is hard, this commitment to write a poem a day. I’ve already missed one day!

Sort of. Almost. 

I wrote yesterday’s and forgot to post it. 

Actually, I wrote it in my head while walking with Beaumont and forgot to write it down.

This morning, there it still was, waiting for me to uncover it. To set the words free. To make them visible.

Like so many things in life. Ideas live in our heads, we carry dreams and wishes and hopes and schemes and wonder why they never appear in our lives.

As Mark said in his comment on yesterday’s post, it takes action.

Someone asked me the other day what they should do about a situation in their life they wanted to change.

“What do you think?” they asked. “Should I do A or B?”

“I don’t have your answers,” I replied. “You hold the answer you seek. Both are directions you can take. There is no wrong choice. There is only the choice you make.”

“But I want to do the right thing,” they said.

“Then do it,” I replied.

This morning, as I pondered missing yesterday’s poem posting, I considered posting it and changing the date to yesterday so my chronology would be correct.

I can do either. Change it or leave it as is.

I can still post another poem today. Or not.

What is the write thing for me to do?

What eases my mind and brings my heart peace?

An interesting question. 

What eases my mind and brings my heart peace?

My heart does not feel restful when I consciously choose to ‘cheat’, even if I am the only one I’m really affecting.

My heart does not feel restful.

And as I write the answer comes to me.

I am building a new habit. When building a new habit, patience, persistence, passion and compassion are necessary.

Patience with my clumsiness in learning new things.

Persistence in the face of my critter mind’s chatter to forget about it and fall back into old ways.

Passion to honour my higher good’s desire to express itself.

And compassion for my forgetfulness, and the confusion it instills in my mind and heart.

Begin again. Always begin again.

Searching for peace of mind and a peaceful heart, I realize the answer is simple.

I will write a poem later today on creating peace of the heart, and post it. I will have two poems posted on the same day, but they’ll be numbered so my count will still be accurate.

Whew! Another bullet dodged in my wish to do that which creates more of what I want in my life, and my desire to keep my commitments with myself.

And so, I begin again.