Day 6 of my 37 Day challenge to pay attention
Lately I’ve been nursing a broken heart. I’ve been single for almost a year now but a recent argument with my ex made my heart break again. This time not from sadness, but from the realization that we can’t even be friends.
Yesterday I tried not to think about him as I took our youngest son to school. On the way there I started to crave poetry. To be specific haiku. Haiku by Basho, Richard Wright, Nicholas Virgilio. . . It didn’t matter.
The smart thing would have been to stay at the bus stop and study on my way to class, but I remembered my resolution to pay more attention to the details of my life.
So instead of waiting for the bus so I could go to school, I practically ran to my nearest library and checked out many of my favorite volumes and anthologies along with a few volumes I’ve never read.
the drip drip
After the first haiku I felt better. I kept reading haiku after haiku until I reached class. Yesterday I paid attention to my needs and it was poetry that my soul wanted. It might sound strange but I’m pretty proud of myself.
I’m the kind of mom that rarely goes to the doctor. I would love to but I don’t have the time, energy, or desire. When I do have time or energy or desire, (never all three at one time), I rather spend those few hours of peace doing something I love like reading with a cup of coffee next to me or taking a nap instead of sitting in an ice-cold room with just a paper gown on. I need to start paying attention to those needs too but for right now my soul needs poetry and that’s what I’m focusing on.