As I mentioned before, I am starting a new project. I have been writing something every day for the past month. Finding time to do it was the challenge before, but I’ve realized it has to be before the kids are awake and at times, even before I am fully awake. Thoughts are more lucid then anyway. So, I wake up at 6:00 a.m. and free-write for as long as I can until someone is asking for breakfast. Letting thoughts pour out into an old-school notebook with a ball-point pen feels very organic and I believe is how I should have been attempting to capture this beast of inspiration for a while. But tripping over yourself is part of the journey to success, isn’t it?
Some of my musings make sense and some are complete gibberish depending on my level of consciousness at that hour. But I am very excited to share some of it with you when something magical happens between my brain and the tip of my pen. My first piece I’d like to share is a short poem I wrote for Gracie. She was up crying early this morning from a bad dream. So I rocked her back to sleep and my heart felt so full it could burst. Instead I let it overflow onto the paper.
Watching Gracie Sleeping
Your soft face glows pink with dawn
peeking through the curtains.
Stars slip back into the ground.
I hold my breath as your radiance breaks my heart
for the millionth time.
-Christine Torosian July 10, 2015
Have a blessed weekend, everyone!