A pen.
Paintbrush.
Guitar.
Walking stick.
Sauté pan or baking dish.
Clay.
Camera.
Fabric scissors.
Harmonica.
Ballet slippers.
Trowel.
Needles or hook or loom.
Meditation chime.
Plant. Paint. Crochet and knit. Dance. Strum, hum, ring, sing, pluck, draw a bow. Compose, snap, plant, shape. Cook. Sit still and silent. Write (…poetry, prose, journals, script, a play, notes, scraps of relief-giving-spew, wish lists…)! Walk, hike, stroll, run, skip, hop, jump a rope, cross a bridge. Weave, bake, wander.
Use the fallen stick from the tree to etch a labyrinthine pattern in the dusty earth of late summer.
Shape the tall dried grasses into a wreath.
Lay the pebbles in patterns.
And create your loving way through the afternoon. Do what you love with pure bliss and abandon, creating something that the world can enjoy, relish, cherish, savor, taste like sweet honey on the tongue. Give the gift of what you love. Use your long weekend to add beauty, hope, joy … to offer a glass of clean water to a thirsty soul.
(Orig posted in Sept 2015.)
