It’s been one week since Sarah Beth Jones said “I think writing a daily blog post might be easier because it becomes a habit.” I got up the next day and decided to give daily posting a shot. She was right. A daily post forms a habit, a practice, a ritual. I’m loving this morning habit. I did miss yesterday, but that’s okay.
Your blogs will be just fine. Just write what you see, what you feel, what you are thinking about. For example, if I were blogging this morning, I would say that I lay in bed for little while watching the light of daybreak. I told a friend that it was most definitely a summer daybreak, and then I came down and went off the deck and the back porch and smelled the air and looked around and one could tell it was going to be a great morning –maybe a storm in the afternoon. There are millions of people who never pay attention to something like that and the really sad part: these same people are not teaching their children to pay attention to something like that. My mother taught me that ritual as a way to set the day in your mind. Get your flow and you will be just fine.
The rooster crows as I move seedlings out of the shed. I write in my head as I walk the path to let the chickens and ducks out for the day. The words flow out of my hose as I water the garden and the sun dances through the new green leaves. The wind wakes the forest. I want to slow the morning down to a slow nothing and walk quietly into my day. I hear bird songs that I can’t name. Back in my office, chickadee wings flutter off from the window feeder. The tasks of the day arrive and I try to ease into the work, to hold onto this rustling wind of daybreak.