The Gratitude Journal and Poem a Day

 

Can an anti-depressant and anti-anxiety cure be found in a journal?  $280 to apply for an apartment.  Run down trailers for rent for $1500.  The 10,000 people coming to Colorado every month for tech jobs and weed are making us Coloradoans struggle to live here.  It is easy to get overwhelmed and stressed about the next step.  Is it in another state?  Is it here?  Is a miracle around the corner?  Is…whoo!  No wonder I have been taking so much of my herbal anti-anxiety that we make in our charming shop!

I decided to start a gratitude journal.  So cliché, I thought.  What am I going to write?  I don’t have much to be grateful for.  The first few were the basics, my husband, my kids, my coffee.  But now they delve deeper.  The feel of my kitten’s fur against my cheek in the morning.  Maryjane saying, “I love you, Grammie.”  The deer outside the door.  The customers that trust me to help their family with their health.  So much to be thankful for.  I find that I am less anxious in the mornings.  I am even…happy.  The dawn seems brighter.  The coffee tastes better.

I also gave myself a challenge to write a poem every morning.  The beginning ones were sad and simple.  One paragraph, sometimes no rhyming at all.  Now they are elaborate stories or sweet inspirations.

I encourage you to purchase a beautiful journal.  Gratitude. Poetry.  Memories.  Trust me, you will be glad you did.

The Powwow

The drum beat sounded

of heartbeat and womb

the dancers took their place

Their colors swayed in grace

and pride

Their feathers told stories

as their leathered feet

rose and fell softly on Mother Earth’s breast

Singing in tones unheard

in other cultures

whirled the sound into reverie

Every drum beat my heart

every step my ancestors’ lives

every note a page in history.

 

 

 

Capturing the Joy of Kids and Summer

We fill our days taking Maryjane here and there.  We always wanted to enjoy summer!  Farmer’s markets, canning, gardening, and farm animals made us so busy we would blink and it would be fall.  We always missed out on that hammock or ice cold drink outside in a lawn chair.  Every day we are out and about enjoying summer since we now have absolutely nothing to do but be grandparents.

We took Maryjane to the park yesterday.  It was a large sweeping park with large playgrounds and rolling grass for soccer games.  Daycare groups and families filled the playgrounds and pavilions.  Maryjane loves children and we watched close as she went from one group of older kids to another.  A low water fountain created a strong stream to fill dog bowls and water bottles.  The children splashed and played and Maryjane stayed near, laughing if the water droplets hit her.

Suddenly a universal scream of glee rose up in a bubble of sound above the park.  A mass exodus ensued as dozens and dozens of children left their posts and began to run downhill.  Maryjane looked around wondering, saw what they saw before we did, and took off running with the mass of children.  The sprinklers were on.

sprinklers

sprinklers 3

sprinklers 2

Can you imagine if adults did that?  What fun!  How do we recapture some of that intense joy of simple things?  Those days in the sun with our sweet granddaughter and walls of screams of laughter and joy help push us on to the next day.  May we all capture that kind of joy!  The next sprinkler I see you will find me in!

Well, off to Rodney’s!  Tomorrow I will write you from Wyoming!