I had my hopes up. I was excited.
And then I checked the weather before taking Beaumont for his early morning walk. Still cold. -30C with windchill (-22F)
Dang. The weather folk said it would be warmer today. Now I’ve got to wait another day?
Nothing to do but do what I always do when it’s this cold. Bundle up. Go outside. Savour the beauty of the morning.
And that’s the thing. No matter how cold it is outside, dressing for the weather means I can enjoy the fresh morning air. I can enjoy the sound my boots make crunching on the snow and how the crisp air wakens all my senses. And, when Beau has done his business and we have crossed the bridge to get to the garbage can on the other side and turned around for the homeward journey, we return to a warm toasty home.
Inside, I give Beau a treat, make myself a latte and sit down at my desk in front of the big window over looking the river. The furnace hums. Beau stretches out on the chaise beside me and C.C. sleeps in our bedroom on the other side of the house. All is well with my world.
Outside, the sky is getting lighter. The trees stand in silent majesty along the riverbank separating our yard from the river’s wide expanse. Between the two shores and the huge ice island that has formed in the centre of the river, water flows. In the streak of light cast from the streetlight at the farside of the bridge Beaumont and I walked across earlier, the water shimmers and dances.
I breathe. Deeply. I allow my conscious mind to sink deep, deep into my belly where every breath in and out is an invitation to release myself to this present moment. Embodied in its wonder I sink deeper into the knowing of all that is and all that connects me to the mysterious beauty of life unfolding all around and within me.
Eyes still closed, I raise my fingertips to my keyboard and begin to type. I feel…
I feel… my heart beat slowing my mind emptying my thoughts drifting away I feel… this moment teeming with life ever expanding out, out, out into the universe around me I feel… peace calm joy settle deep within me I feel at one connected present alive in this moment right now I feel complete
All you need is your laptop open in front of you, or a notepad and pen at the ready.
Let yourself sink deep into the quiet. Take a deep breath in, out. Close your eyes. Keep breathing. Keep sinking. Deeper. Deeper. Keep breathing. Imagine your conscious mind sinking, deeper, deeper into your body until it comes to settle in the well of your pelvic bowl. That deep mysterious, magical place full of your creative essence.
Now, eyes still closed… pick up your pen or raise your fingertips to your computer keyboard. Don’t worry about spelling. punctuation. sentence structure. just type/write. Don’t think. Just be present to whatever your belly mind wants to express.
Let go of judgement. Thinking about what to write. Just let the words flow.
Write until you’re empty. Complete.
And when you’re done, open your eyes. Take a deep breath and read whatever you’ve written.
Don’t judge. Don’t criticize. Don’t let your body go all tight and embarassed. Expand it. Loosen your shoulders. Relax.
And savour what spilled out onto the page.
And then, turn the page.
I wrote a love poem yesterday. It’s for you and me and everyone.