After a few weeks of the first lockdown last year, my personal variety of ‘weird’ had been liberated. A little bit of my secret-self had abruptly become unencumbered by over-scheduling, high expectations and too many yeses. I had free time and a freer mind for more of the day and since the whole world was turned upside down, weird just didn’t seem so weird.
A couple weeks in, the closet poet and abstainer from most things social media, posted a poem. I wrote and spoke with friends about a lot of things thereafter and I am still allowing myself to share some of the ideas my mind chooses to rest upon, work with and untangle. Sometimes ideas break me wide open and sometimes they mend the broken places. So many thanks to all of you who have shared part of yourselves in response to some of the things I have been writing about the past year. I appreciate you so much.
What is your ‘weird’? I really want to hear about it. Post your ‘weird’ in the comments or send me an email. It can be a word, a phrase or something more. Out yourself today in some small or BIG way. How would you spend your time if money wasn’t a concern? How do you dance with life when no one is watching?
Here is the poem I posted in response to the pandemic almost a full year ago now:
Katherine, I love this poem! I love that the page is wrinkled. I’ve always felt a little weird but never defined it. Today’s meditation might just be your question “What’s your weird?”
I’m trying to let my weird hang out lately 🙂