the same thing

Sometimes I want to write and not-write at the same time.  How can there be something inside, begging to be spelled out, but also too tired, too timid to show face?  Ah, but when I think of it that way, it makes perfect sense.

I sauté the onions, add tomatoes and water, salt, pepper.  I simmer, blend, eat.  Delicious.

We wake to frost each morning now.  Autumn is settling in.  Socks, sweaters, slippers.

We text, we FaceTime, we miss each other.

I scribble notes.  What to do, questions I have, ideas I have, what someone else said, affirmations and hints of dreams, gratitudes.  I use the word ‘scribble’ affectionately, not diminishing in any way, rather imparting tenderness.  Scribbling, loving.  It is the same thing to me.

I have only one thing to do and that’s be the wave that I am, and then sink back into the ocean.
~ Fiona Apple ~

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There’s still time to sign up for Gratitude Notes! (we start Monday ) (registration closes Saturday, November 6)

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10 thoughts on “the same thing

  1. feeling the same way about scribbling 🥰

    looking forward to gratitude week…with gratitude, dear m 🧡

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