I was browsing some WordPress blogs I follow and I was impressed by the suggestion of A.M. Pine 100 Bits of Gratitude to expend some energy by concentrating on what fills you with gratitude. I am still in the full flush of a multitude of birthday well-wishing yesterday, so this particularly resonates. I still keep a kind of gratitude journal, although it is more a visual record than a word journal. I will paste in cards from friends and loved ones that kindles a particular thanksgiving in my memory. You can see a picture of the gratitude journal I collaged in this post. Gratitude Journaling and Thanksgiving. I have a feeling that these practices may become useful tools in the weeks ahead.
This segued into another phrase I encountered while I was perusing last Saturday’s Guardian this morning (yes, I have become my mother and am way behind with reading the current affairs media. I thought this was shocking when I was young. I guess I am no longer officially young!) The phrase was ‘everyday exultations’, which is perhaps a byproduct or kissing cousin to gratitude. At any rate these were the sparks for today’s poetry practice. Incidentally, I have completed six week!
Everyday Exultations
a sound cooking pot
rising bread dough
a voice with a song
the company of a wren at the window
this is the somehow of the someway
the human race gets up to meet and greet
every day
also with jokes, some word play
delight is stone on flint for the candle wick
can turn around a curse
heals the sick
greases the axis of the universe
the line of thousands stretches way far back
so I could one day become a daughter
some bread, some water, a sound cooking pot
the blessing of a wren to share the crumbs
Copyright © Bee Smith 2018
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This is BEAUTIFUL, Bee. I’m so glad you are joining into my gratitude posture this month. Can’t wait to read everything you write.