The last few days have been busy with packing, repacking, buying food, loading the truck, and heading out for a much anticipated holiday with my beloved husband.
As an entrepreneur, it is difficult to get away and a holiday requires much preplanning and extra work. The last few days, I worked long hours and wrapped up several resume and cover letter projects.
As a professional resume writer, I spend my days crafting words for others to achieve their career dreams. Personal writing is sadly neglected.
Day 1 was spent loading up and organizing. Questioning myself… did remember to pack this or that needed thing? I checked and double checked lists and packed up my home office to bring with me in case of emergency. I also know that when I have time and space… my spirit desires to write from my heart… my soul speaks to me, and I write poetry.
Day 2 I set up my laptop. I am ready just in case. Andrew and I spent a couple of hours on the beach this afternoon basking in nature.
Resting… pondering… talking… connecting… listening.
After dinner, we head back to the beach dragging our lawn chairs. Already, I feel my body relaxing… my mind drifting away from work, and the everyday cares melting away. Ahhhhh.
As we walked back to our cabin, I feel the itch to write… my thoughts, my feelings, and my experiences. My soul yearns to express my deep gratitude and thankfulness and so … I write. My thoughts flow onto the page and it feels cathartic. The words spread over the blank screen through the rapid tapping of the keyboard, forms a pattern of sorts, and a rhythm. A poem is born.
As I Sit