huh?

sometimes i feel:
chubby
lonely
weak
unattractive
undisciplined
too serious
unintelligent
haughty
depressed
poor
unaccomplished
uneducated
overwhelmed
like a complete failure
disheartened


... and then i remember:
everything is temporary
beauty is not appearance
i am valuable
i am strong
i am a work in progress
i am love
i am loved
i survive
i have all my fingers and toes
(and the ability to roll my tongue)
i am inhabited by God; i am His dwelling
i must empty to become filled


and i remind myself of things that make this life truly beautiful:
vanilla, chamomile, lavender
windows down, music up
writing
a page turning
discovering new likes/loves
learning
whole grain bread + goat cheese + honey
yoga
banjos and harmonicas
freshly shampooed pup
heated debates & bouts of laughter
the rising sun
loose leaf tea
poetry & classical literature
meditation & chanting
antique books
candle light
hugs
being read to
fresh summer fruit
the sound, smell, taste, touch & sight of rain
the pause before a kiss
hand-knits



today makes little sense.
i'm going with it.