I walked in my garden
and sprinkled seed for the ants
right near their nest
so they wouldn’t have to walk so far
I scattered kitchen scraps for the birds
and filled up their bowl under the hedge with fresh water
wandered around talking to my plants
and making sure they had plenty to drink
I took coffee to my husband while he was still in bed
Made the work team a delicious meal to say thanks
for all their hard labour
As I walked the grocery store floor
tucking fruit and food
the crackling of packets
into my basket
My face was wreathed in smiles
for whomever I crossed paths with
All the problems of the world
That I hadn’t read
Dissipated before they had a chance
to filter into my being
I sat in the sunshine remembering
only this good feeling
over and over
And if it seems a little over mushy peas positivity – I know I get it. I began yesterday morning watching Bruce Springsteen’s address to Manchester and I grew very fierce. That is the sort of motivation I wanted to be as an artist. But then I was distracted by a wild flower and realised – I’m not cut out to sustain that sort of anger.
The full post is on SubStack where I am writing again and enjoying it. It’s free to subscribe and although I post once a day, you will only receive an email with a summary of the threads once a week because otherwise it all becomes a bit too much in the inbox. I would love to find others from the WordPress community over there.
