The Journey to Beautiful

 My prayers  are rocks, falling from my mouth- tumbling off the bottom lip like lead,  hitting the ground below in muted thuds. Wet stones, these pleas, landing in piles on the earth, making paths in dust to dead stops.  Rolling, gathering soil, caked in mud - my words suffocated by so much dirt. Poem started October 12, 2022 completed Jan 1, 2023

 I can't say how consistent I will be.  I am hesitant anymore, to declare some 'new year, new me' resolution.  I know too much, and I've experienced too much.  I also know that one can have the best intentions and the best laid plans, only to stumble backward in just about every area of life.  So no - this isn't a vow of intention.  I signed up for a daily journal prompt and thought I would try it here.  Not making any promises.  Some days I might not share if the prompt gets too messy, or I might just not get to it.  I haven't written ANYTHING in ages, much less a prescribed prompt.  Yet, here goes.   Here's today's -  Welcome to 2023! We begin the year with an intention. Take a moment and close your eyes. Take a few deep, slow breaths. Center yourself. Imagine yourself a year from now. What is something that you would like to create, make happen or have in your life that is not currently in your life? The sky's the limit...