"Tell me what you will miss when you die."The instructions were to write for ten minutes without censoring yourself. Here's what I wrote:
My kids
My spouse
My family
My friends
My dog
Beautiful fall days
Walks along the canal with my dog
Getting lost in a book
Taking a nap on a cold afternoon
Knitting with friends
The feeling of euphoria when I write something good
Music
Good food
Laughing
Wondering at art
A hot bath after exercise
Physical intimacy (all kinds)
The happy feeling when I unexpectedly run into someone I like
Learning new things
Aha! moments
Seeing people do good things
Being proud of my children
Noisy gatherings around my dining room table
Doing fun things for the first time
Doing familiar things that make me happy
Connecting creatively or intellectually
Making new friends
Having old friends and family members who 'get' me
Scrabble
Fresh starts
Clean sheets
Small kindnesses
Spectacular acts of bravery
Feeling proud of myself
The way the pavement smells after a summer rain
The possibility of tomorrow
What about you?
4 comments:
The possibility of loving a grandchild.
A cool breeze on a hot day.
The intense phase of a new hobby or interest.
Tomorrow.
Zoom - Those are lovely.
god... everything.
The promise of a good book, the people I love (and I'm not naming them all or I'll be here for hours), the spark of a new idea, my cat's purr and the ways she squeals at me from a deep sleep to make sure I'm still around. The sun on my face on a summer day, dogs playing in the park, a good rant, the smell of roasting garlic, the taste of an orange, feeling full after a great meal (okay, I'm starting to feel stuck in the gastronomical), the feel of soft wool against my skin, the smell of horses, the smell of rain, as well as snow. Orgasms, getting in the groove of writing and looking up to find that an hour has passed by and you have no idea where it went, idiot politicians as well as good ones, the light filtering through the first tender green shoots of spring, the sound of rustling leaves in the fall, the hush after snow fall (now stock in weather) and...
Everything.
Lene, that's poetry. Thank you.
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