My 2017 word is "rhythm."
Rhythm is also circling seeds for the garden and reading about women
The last few months have been chaotic. I haven't been eating breakfast. I haven't been cooking or cleaning my house. I wake up in the middle of the night and drink leftover sweet tea because I'm thirsty, and then the sugar jumpstarts my heartbeat and I trip over my shoes and curse the universe.
I'm bad at routine, except for the parts that aren't healthy. I get angry when someone interrupts my sitting on the couch checking Instagram and half paying attention to Netflix time. But you want to go out for a drink during the hour I'm supposed to go to meditation? I'm down.
I don't know how to be in rhythm.
It is messing with my mind now. I'm angry for no reason and I have a hard time figuring out what are important tasks and what aren't.
There are so many notifications going off and the dog is asking me to fix his fence so he can play outside without the leash and I'm staring at unfinished books, both my own books and reading others.
I have too many ideas and not enough focus.
Today, my rhythm is a cup of coffee.
Here is my formula for rhythm:
1. Make Arabic Coffee and let the smell remind you of far away places.
2. Water your plants and clip a few leaves for tea.
3. Run your fingers over the ears of a sleeping dog beside you.
Later, when you take the dog out on the leash, let him linger over the scent in a weedy patch of grass, turn your face to the night sky and breathe.