From this morning’s writing circle with Trust and Travel - after Jen Shoop.

Let me long for my own life. Let me pine for the potential in the egg shell walls I have yet to fill with my essence. Let me bathe in the awkward energy that emerges revealing our hearts for the very first time. Let me delight in the apple slices lovingly placed around the bowl and let me lick the yogurt that remains. Let me lament in the comfort I bring another as they carry the load of their life’s work. Let me notice and honor the congruence of an artful photograph or a wise word as it settles in my soul. Let me dwell in the pinot noir pigment on my finger nails, ever more attuned to the tippy taps as they dance across my keyboard, making meaning. Let me toil over the hair that shoots forth like a firework from my Ellie’s velvet ear. Let me hold sincerely the quiet that once called to me through the tendrils of my former, frayed nervous system. Let me fully trust my yes’s and no’s. Let me lean toward adventure when it calls and also appreciate, wholeheartedly, an ordinary day in an extraordinary world.