It has been awhile since I let my mind wander in the realm of verse. Last night I let my thoughts take me where they would, and although this is probably more prose than free verse poetry, it’s a poetic picture of where I write most of my work. I hope you joy it.
How does cradling a hot cup of tea in my hands comfort me? The warmth reminds me of safety, of home.
Life is precious; love is enough and the most we can ask for. In this aspect, I can be content, despite my health or how many books I sell or don’t sell, that agent I wish I had, or any number of things. I’ve lived a good life, been loved and have loved, past and present. I have been and am blessed.
In this new era of social distancing, this scene of community from my upcoming book, Silver Moon, put me in mind of canning with family members. Working towards a common goal together is satisfying, but it has been a while since I’ve been a part of a larger group gathering larger than my immediate family group of five.
With our current health crisis, we have been told to distance ourselves socially from others and stay at home in our nest. Home. It conjures up a feeling of safety, warmth, and love. It’s where my husband and I have built a comfortable nest.