Favorite home memory recently was waking up to my husband and son snoring as loudly as the thunder outside. Couldn’t help but giggle and roll back over to go to sleep
My favourite memory(ies) of home is waking up and hearing birds, seeing the warm morning light filtering through my off-white curtains. It's not cold, it's not warm, yet there's a pleasant breeze that makes me feel like the temperature is just right. I don't want to get out of bed, very content and cozy in this space. This often happens on quiet mornings at home, in southern India when I go to visit my parents who sometimes go to stay there for several months a year.
Not wanting to get out of bed is so relatable 😴 Also I look forward to visiting India. Do your parents live in a major city? Are only the mornings quiet where they are?
I love when another person's question or post prompts me to think deeply and write. While I don't write poetry, often times what I think will be an essay is just short prose that isn't quite a poem. I am also inspired to think about what centers me as well.
That’s exactly what it was! Short prose what was loosely connected. I let it sit for a bit and then it turned into something else. Everything just needs time.
My favorite memory of home is sitting in the kitchen enjoying coffee with my husband. The early morning sun is streaming lightly through the sheers and my dog is sleep under my chair. It was the first time the house we bought felt like it was truly ours.
And that line in your poem about hearing what they say - not your self doubts. That ran deep for me.
To answer your question - I used to write a lot more poems than I do now, I find they kind of often become woven into essays. But sometimes only a poem will do and they do find their way out unexpectedly.
Beautiful reminder to keeping centring ourselves so we lose the route to where we are heading. Even we take a wrong turn centering ourselves will realign us to true objective.
My favourite place at home by window where I enjoy the warmth of the sunlight and enjoy the birdwatching with a cup of tea,
Re: Poem. A poem gave a surprise entry when I wanted to write about The Fall season and it goes like:
In the fall...
Some say the fall is famous
Famous for losing the leaves
They believe the air turns crisp
And so the vibe of our lives
I say in the fall...
I see far and beyond through the new beauty
other than the trees once beheld
The moon is no longer behind the oak
It, however, embraces the sight that's looking for the silver light
I say in the fall...
When the trees lose their leaves
I see it as an epitome of beauty in loss
As barren and cold as it could be
In anticipation of the only possibility
Of peeking a little green until it drapes the trees lush
Exactly that! To savor you have to be on the look out. You’re constantly making a choice what to focus on
This is beautiful Rachel, and has got me thinking about what my center is too!
Thanks so much. Maybe when you find out it’ll be a poem too 😊
Such a strong opening. The description was 🔥
Thank youuuuuuuuu
Here to say the same thing ❤️
Favorite home memory recently was waking up to my husband and son snoring as loudly as the thunder outside. Couldn’t help but giggle and roll back over to go to sleep
baby snores 🥹
Ahh. Lovely to be included here 😊
Thank you for being so generous!
“It's looking at myself
and liking what I see”
paints the image of your center so perfectly.
i’m glad i asked. Thanks for your gift of writing, Racheal. 🙏🏽
*Rachel. And you’re welcome 😊
Rachel. Got it. 😁
i love today’s tidbit. To think detroit is about 5 hours road trip from here.
if i was into the nfl the way im into nba, i’d have considered going.
Understood! Mid week road trip no biggie lol
🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸
Welcommmmmmmmeeee!
My favourite memory(ies) of home is waking up and hearing birds, seeing the warm morning light filtering through my off-white curtains. It's not cold, it's not warm, yet there's a pleasant breeze that makes me feel like the temperature is just right. I don't want to get out of bed, very content and cozy in this space. This often happens on quiet mornings at home, in southern India when I go to visit my parents who sometimes go to stay there for several months a year.
The silence also makes me feel at home 🌻✨
Not wanting to get out of bed is so relatable 😴 Also I look forward to visiting India. Do your parents live in a major city? Are only the mornings quiet where they are?
My parents shuttle between Malawi in Southern Africa and a quiet hill station in Kerala, India, called Wayanad. Both are quiet places 😄
It's why Dubai didn't work for me, although I tried hard! 😅
Hahaha! Understood. The joy of options. Glad you’re in a place you enjoy now 😋
I love all of this! Your self portrait is stunning
Thanks, Isabel!
Home has found itself everywhere. Everything is the same but different. The constant is my wife. Love that it’s the case. I’m riding. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
♥️😋🍤
I love when another person's question or post prompts me to think deeply and write. While I don't write poetry, often times what I think will be an essay is just short prose that isn't quite a poem. I am also inspired to think about what centers me as well.
That’s exactly what it was! Short prose what was loosely connected. I let it sit for a bit and then it turned into something else. Everything just needs time.
"It's both
soft
and ridgid
I am flesh
I am steel "
Your writing is amazing rachel :)
Thanks so so much 😊
My favorite memory of home is sitting in the kitchen enjoying coffee with my husband. The early morning sun is streaming lightly through the sheers and my dog is sleep under my chair. It was the first time the house we bought felt like it was truly ours.
Wow what a feeling, that’s truly a home 🏡 I’m rooting for you and yours and the joyous place you’ve chosen.
I loved this self portrait Rachel.
And that line in your poem about hearing what they say - not your self doubts. That ran deep for me.
To answer your question - I used to write a lot more poems than I do now, I find they kind of often become woven into essays. But sometimes only a poem will do and they do find their way out unexpectedly.
Thanks Catriona, that was certainly the case here. It snuck out lol
Beautiful reminder to keeping centring ourselves so we lose the route to where we are heading. Even we take a wrong turn centering ourselves will realign us to true objective.
My favourite place at home by window where I enjoy the warmth of the sunlight and enjoy the birdwatching with a cup of tea,
Re: Poem. A poem gave a surprise entry when I wanted to write about The Fall season and it goes like:
In the fall...
Some say the fall is famous
Famous for losing the leaves
They believe the air turns crisp
And so the vibe of our lives
I say in the fall...
I see far and beyond through the new beauty
other than the trees once beheld
The moon is no longer behind the oak
It, however, embraces the sight that's looking for the silver light
I say in the fall...
When the trees lose their leaves
I see it as an epitome of beauty in loss
As barren and cold as it could be
In anticipation of the only possibility
Of peeking a little green until it drapes the trees lush
Some say the fall is famous for the fall
I say in the fall, I see far and beyond
Thanks for reading, Kiran. I’m glad you enjoyed.
You're welcome :)