movements of the day
hold me where i need to be
morning tea and freshly baked bread and
schoolwork and housecleaning
birds at the feeders which look nearly empty and
i add this to my list
lunch and dishes and then
violin melodies fill the house,
i sigh contentedly
then pick up the dust rag again
moving as i can
because the list grows longer
or at least never seems to end
as new things are added
like the bird feeders
and i will confess to you
not even in a whisper, but with boldness
that i began the morning with stress in my body
thinking shit, i don’t want to do any of this
but i did it anyway and
now the late afternoon light shines upon my desk and
there is more cleaning to get done but
i stop and welcome this pause
with the (relative) quiet
with the (relative) sunny warmth
and i tell you
boldly
that it was a good day
be bold.
sending a little love your way, m
Michelle GD 
Oh yes.
I hear you, mama.
And the best part of all:
Realizing it was a good day.
Xoxo,
J.
you just made my day. Thank you
Love the smell of wax polish.. I bet everywhere smells clean and fresh …so many senses here xxx have a lovely weekend in your retreat xxx
I love your poems and can relate to this one very much.
Oh, this did bring smiles, and a little chuckle out loud! Bravo! xo
could have been taken from my own mind, but so beautifully written….here’s to moments of peace my friend.
You just described what I have been feeling most days lately. Lovely.