Not Writing a Book in My Head – Day 18
The thing about living is that all of our bodies come with an illegible expiration date. Bummer.
The journey in between awakening and the deep sleep is crammed with the present – this moving target known as time which none of us have enough of but all we ever actually need. In this moment of now, be. Be here. Be now. This is all any of us have.
Today’s writing prompt is a goodbye note. It was written by my oldest living relative. My great grandmother and her mother were sisters. She was married to a wonderful man for almost 57 years. About 100 people attended his funeral and everyone received this secret to their happy life. My husband died six weeks later. I wrote a similar goodbye to him. Of course, we were married like 35 years going on 57 which is a whole different thing.
For now, write whatever comes to mind. It’s National Poetry month and you have fragments to record of your moment of being. Write.