Citrus-y Morning
Peeling the clementine, fingernails digging into the bumpy skin
Orange-y scent rises up
My body POPS! awake
Caffeine for the nose.
I place a segment in my mouth
and smile at the burst of citrus-y pleasure
that washes across my tongue.
The scent stays with me for hours
Released from my hands and into the air with a gesture.
I joined a river of stones for fun and challenge. I originally thought I might post my small stones (if I posted them at all) over at Life in the Bogs, but now I’m thinking Bountiful Healing will be a good place for these little moments of life. It’s sort of a safe space, with fewer followers. I can hear a voice in my head calling, “Chicken!” This is a different type of writing for me so, yes… call me Chicken. For now.
Bountiful Healing 
I’ve tinkered with the idea of joining “A River of Stones” myself, but actually, I’m, well, a bit chicken! Lol. Yes, it’s a different style of writing. But you are very brave, for joining and also deciding to share your small stones here.
Your bravery may be contagious!
Thank you so much, Joanne. I don’t feel brave at all, and have been tempted all day to take down this post. But once it’s published, it never really goes away so there’s no point in deleting it now.
Have you decided to give it a try? Sharing is not a requirement. I honestly didn’t think I would share, but this illness must be making me a little crazy in the daring department. One of those things I’d like to let go of this year is a fear of sharing my writing and other ways I express myself.
It sounds like the medication may be helping you with the daring then, which is a good thing. Something good always comes out of something bad. (I first learned that after my Mum was gone. Her leaving gave me the opportunity to get to know my Dad more. A HUGE lesson!)
I decided to make my decision later today, after doing a few chores. Yes, still chicken! I need to let go of my fear of sharing my deepest thoughts too freely. I censor myself too much. So, I have to decide that I have the strength to share what I write first of all, even though sharing is not actually required. It’s all about letting go, on so many levels.