random little poem of appreciation... you can write one too, can't you?

I think we can all write poems (being a writing teacher, I would think that, wouldn’t I?). It’s fun to write poems. Just get out your journal and let the ideas flow. Nobody needs to read it but you. Here’s an example. Yesterday I was just kind of writing gratitude things (which I do to keep my chin up) and it turned into a poem. Abraham-Hicks calls this kinda thing “a rampage of appreciation” or “milking the good feelings.” This kind of thing really dug me out of horrible despair in the past, so as silly as it might seem, I try to keep it up. I love this day and the sunshine in it. Blue sky on the mountains and a full tank of diesel in the car, New socks. Lots of socks. A sunny man on my mind. A sunny competent smart interesting intriguing man. Endless possibilities await me in Europe. Bananas and nespolas,* bombs and dishes?** Friendships. Joy. Health. Music. Possibility. There are frozen seasons of snow and despair. But despair melts. Flowers grow. Meadows invite you to rest. To dream. To make love. To take new paths That you find when you are still enough to pause, and rest, and SEE them. That’s what the world holds. nespolas are my favourite fruit. They don’t travel. ** thinking of going volunteering in Ukraine