What are you afraid of?
I am afraid of dying with the music still left in me.
I am afraid of losing my center and forgetting who I am.
I WAS afraid of getting lost, which I did yesterday.
It started as a regular day.
I got up at 4:50 a.m., put on a facial mask, drank a glass of lemon water and met with Adrianne for half an hour on the yoga mat with my iPad and AirPods.
5:30 a.m. I walked upstairs, sat crisscrossed on my meditation pillow and spent 20 minutes with Dr. Joe Dispenza with Serena half-sleeping in her fluffy blanket.
I then came downstairs and jumped on my rebounder for 10 minutes, while watching my well-crafted 2021 Mind Movie and my memoir frequency video, with an eight-pound dumbbell to strengthen my arm muscles at the same time.
Promptly at 6:10 am, I sat down at my computer. Today’s writing prompt from 40 days 40 writes was ‘Animal’, so I wrote about an earlier memory of a skunk who ate my chirping yellow-feathered chicks and deserved to die in my 7-year-old’s eye and heart.
Half an hour later, an early bird started to sing and that’s when I looked up from the page. Through the two arched windows, I saw a hint of morning sun come up from the horizon. Mysterious shadows of the feminine statues, one mermaid and two dancing girls in the backyard, started to appear out of the darkness in front of my eyes.
I took a cleansing breath and stretched my arms overhead when the orange light began to lift the grey clouds inch by inch. The morning birds cheered her on.