Finding Center


Today’s prompt is a two-fer: a sharing poem/a selfish poem.
I decided to do a goofy little limerick.

by Beth Weaver-Kreider

There once was a grumpy young shellfish
who sold fish in a market–so selfish
was he, losing money,
which was really quite funny,
for a selfish old shellfish can’t sell fish.

Gratitude List:
1. Colors. The colors of sunset, of sunrise, of the blue on a chilly autumn day.
2. Listening to Harry Potter with the boys
3. An after-school nap
4. Finding center. The way people keep me from flying off, floating away, losing my center.
5. Snuggly kids in winter pajamas

May we walk in Beauty!


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