Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity’ Simone Weil

A little diary entrance for beginning of the new year: if 2020 was the year of Fear, then 2021 will be remembered as the year when I stopped remembering what it feels like ‘to feel good’.

I don’t mind repetition – remember, remembering, feel, feel. It signifies the year of repetition. If only I could feel, feel again in 2022 what I couldn’t feel in 2021.

The year of separate bedrooms, earplugs and clouds passing by in the window.

Teenagers talking to each other at night.

The year of flower deadheading and robins nesting in the shed.

The year I stopped reading books.

The year I stopped ‘seeing’ my husband.

The year I lost the job.

The year of UNFEELING as a way to survive.

A selfish year, full of my own little problems.

In 2022 I want to start paying attention.

To words I am reading.

To people I am seeing.

To food I am cooking.

Attention is truly the rarest.

Image by Geralt on Pixabay

One thought on “2022 – the year of attention

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s