It’s one of those cloudy mornings so typical in this part of Italy. The grey outside matches how I felt when I sat down to write. I was not feeling at my best this morning, both physically and emotionally. With my defences lowered a surge of negative thoughts was crushing my walls and seeping into my mind. I even asked if it was worth it to write anything this morning. You know, the typical questions: what’s the point? Who’s reading it?
Bla bla bla.
My mind was taking me down a negative spiral. But then I look forward and, there it was.
Oblivious of the grey sky and of my negative thoughts, an orange pomegranate was standing there among the leaves.
Fierce in all its extraordinary beauty.
And I was reminded of how beautiful it is to be alive and to be able to witness the magic of nature.
So, I took five minutes to write everything I’m grateful for. And the energy of life came back. And with it, the desire to write.
A few years ago, when I was going through a tough period, I wrote a small gratitude pray. I used to read it every morning before everything else. Maybe it’s time to read it again.