I’m having a hard time writing this week. Well, that’s not entirely correct. I have done a lot of writing but very little ‘posting’.
1st post – I’m excited, inspired and there’s so much to say about the past week . But I need to figure it out or somehow process it all first!
2nd post – too risky, here. Write it. Don’t post it.
3rd post – too risky, here . Write it. Don’t post it.
Instead, had a quick tour of the senses today.
While driving, the smell of fresh-cut grass grabbed my attention as it fought its way through my car’s air-conditioning system . Turn off the a/c. Open the windows. Slow down and savour the air’s freshness as I drive along the busy, crowded, Al Waab Street.
I hear birds chirping, wings flapping overhead in the rafters at Giant Food’s while shopping for my fruit and veggies. I smile, knowing it’s not just anywhere that you can grocery shop in a big mall and still hear sounds of the sweet outdoors.
I taste sweet & sour from the newborn rhubarb in my home-made crisp, and know it is surely spring back where I come from.
I see some out-of-the-ordinary handiwork, imagining that Edward Scissorhands must surely have paid a visit.
Practising yoga this morning, I am touched by the way it makes me feel……….