Gratitude Journal for Year 2023

Where did the year disappear to? Am I the only one who is surprised that we are in December already? Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve been here. Instead of lamenting the passing of another turbulent year, I’d rather express gratitude for personal growth, relationships, and positive experiences.

One benefit of keeping a gratitude journal is shifting our focus from unfulfilled goals to counting our blessings. As I look back on the year, I’d like to share the three most rewarding and educational collaborations and creative projects I’m proud of:

1. Contributing to and Editing a Magazine

It all started with a YES by Mona Soorma, when I queried my hybrid piece, Learning to be Rigorous with Compassion, for her newly found magazine LIT eZine. Before I knew it, I was behind-the-scenes reading and editing submissions by talented writers. This endeavour was humbling and I learned so much from. It has also brought me so much joy.

Magazine Cover of the Latest Issue

Check out some of my contributions or book reviews for We Are Poetry by Kim Gordon Moore and In Search of a Salve by KE Garland.

2. Writing in Collaboration

Project Finding Beauty was born out of a fervent yearning to seek the silver lining in an increasingly gloomy world. And letters or epistles to a friend became the medium, as my writer friend and collaborator, KC Redding-Gonzalez, was open to experimenting with this style of writing.

Project Finding Beauty Newsletter Banner

However, we quickly realised that we can’t rush this process as we delve into our deepest emotions. Overall, it’s been one of the profound ways of using art (our writing) to heal.

Check out Gratitude: A Work in Progress, KC’s recent personal essay and moving take on gratitude!

3. A Meaningful Gathering

To Live Again: It’s OK to Experience JOY was the name of the gathering. It was not a collaboration. But a gathering my husband and I organised for loved ones in Johannesburg, this past November.

The focus was on nourishing body, mind, and soul, after years away from my birth country. Coming together to share our anxieties, ways to find joy again and being in each other’s presence was incredibly healing. And of course, poetry and music took centre stage. 🙂

There are so many takeaways and moments of joy from this experience. But if I had to sing my gratitude, I’d give praise to friendships.

I hope to revisit the subject or at least the behind-the-scenes via the newsletter.

On Intentions for the New Year

On intentions for the new year, I remain open. As the quote states, “The ending of a year is like closing a window. Even though it is shut, fresh light will still shine through.”

Now, I’ll leave you to ponder a moment or moments that brought you joy this year, and how you can continue to create your own joy in 2024. Because one thing is clear, the earth won’t stop spinning. So, it’s up to us to anchor ourselves to something that sustains and keeps us alive.

Lifesaving Boat

So, this is my last post for the year. Of course, my deepest gratitude goes to you my dear reader for sticking around and reading my haphazard insignificant jottings. If it were not for you, I’ll be talking to myself. 🙂

Thank You & Happy Holidays! Hope to see you in the New Year… ♥♥♥

PS. Though I won’t be posting any new content, I’ll continue to read and catch up on your blog postings. Please do share your moments of joy!

A Way of Looking at Ageing

1. The amusing aspect of ageing is in words, not numbers. Consider rebel and repel as magnetic poles that attract or repulse, for instance! This change in meaning, not because of the natural evolution of word usage but a typographical error, can ignite a fervent discussion.

2. My siblings’ children are having children of their own. The word gran is uttered often. And I meticulously browse through the dictionary to uncover reasons behind my new status, each time I hear it. Memory fails me, just as the lexicon. “What if you simply call me by my first name?” I ask. A radical suggestion in a culture that puts respect for elders high on the list.

3. A deficiency in language production is observed in older adults. Yet, the idea of creating my unique language fills me with excitement. I practice grace with words.

4. At a friend’s place, we discover grace is a nuanced word. A theist takes us down a supernatural path. A gym rat proclaims, “Dumbbells are my church!” To pacify, for we’ve all found new religions, I confess poetry as my church.

5. Gracefully, an adverb to capture our relaxed and confident ways as we age, is what we are aiming for.

6. On dining out. A waiter with impressive biceps flashes a smile at me and says, “Sexy Chick.” Feeling flattered, I flutter my mascaraed eyelashes and say, “Oh, thank you!”

7. One friend, with a trace of smugness in her voice, places her manicured fingernail on the menu, and where ingredients of the sexy chick dish are elaborately explained. The other friend bursts into laughter, prompting an urgent dash to the bathroom. I grin as I contemplate who is having the last laugh, now.

8. Ageing is a blessing, growing up is optional.

9. Middle age can feel like a crossroads or a crisis, as chicks fly the nest and parents demand care. I write to a friend. And she responds, “There’s no need to jump off the building yet. Our small town offers three powerful remedies to ease mental distress: a hardware store, a liquor store and a pharmacy, one is bound to work.”

10. Life is beautiful—

11. It’s true, life becomes more beautiful as I age. Of course, that was before I got new prescription glasses.

12. I ponder the best way of looking at ageing. With or without glasses?

13. Maybe one way of looking is with friends. You can always remind each other not to take yourselves too seriously.

Birthday cake with candles. Photo by Caterina Berger on Unsplash

Happy October, Good People! I celebrated another birthday at the beginning of the month. And I’m navigating the delicate balance between humour and darkness, autumn’s delicate dance. 🙂

A Way of Looking at a Swan

Wear this poem,
like a heart on your sleeve!
I, too, wear it as a token of affection and gratitude
to let the world know
that I love.

To love you is to walk in love,
a promise of unfailing double beauty.
At cockcrow and twilight
I tiptoe along the lake
like a lunatic.

An obsession seems an infatuation
romanticised to impress,
but we both know
I need you.

Oh, you enchantment!
Where do you hide?
Was ours a summer fling never to hold?

I search high and low, but in vain.
Your silence overwhelms,
for you came trumpeting
in spring.

Forget the grace,
beauty is not hard to find
but the air you breathe and release
for my sustenance.

Show me true love
to break a hardened soul;
a devotee demands a commitment.

In broad daylight,
you strut self-assured,
unapologetic for your crimes
and all come to a halt—

Beauty presses upon my heart
and I bring the matter to open court,
for ours is a requited love.
On my sleeve,
I wear my heart.

Two swans on the lake

ps: Yesterday, August 26th, was Finland’s Nature Day. Since the swan is the country’s national bird, and my muse of sorts, I thought it fitting to close summer by shining a spotlight on this majestic bird.

Happy Sunday! Hope you enjoy what is left of summer. ♥