Everyday Writing...






Put your words in order,

let them be funny or sad.

Put your words in order,

let them tell a story.

Put your words in order,

let them lead you.

Put your words in order,

you will be amazed.






Sun, rising in the sky, brightens my yard, pulses into my home through the back window. If I sit in the right place, I get to feel the wonder of it. If I sit in the wrong place I am blinded by it. This first hour of my day is precious to me. I can awaken slowly and let myself unfold into the day. I am not here to please others. I am here to shine with my gifts and when I do, I give others permission to listen to their hearts too.

I have a red clay fish in my garden. His mouth open wide as if gasping for air. Sunlight warms his upper lip. A flowering red geranium bobs her head in the breeze. She lives in her own red clay pot. The shadow of a nearby palm dances across the flower and the fish. The palm, delighted with its height sees far beyond the garden, far beyond the trees in the canyon, far beyond.

A bird has landed on the edge of my red clay birdbath. Taking a moment to rest, to bathe, to drink. Refreshed, it hops along the edge of the bowl. Startled by movement, it hops into flight and soars over the flower, the fish and the palm.


My red clay fish with his mouth open wide seems to say, ‘don’t go’.

My busy mind is like a kaleidoscope. It shifts and changes constantly. The contents are the same but each turn of the kaleidoscope brings a new perspective. Some are familiar, some are not. Some are brilliant. The busyness of everyday life. A trap if I linger.

Learn to embrace the tension of opposites in your life. Too often, we want to get the answer, fix the problem, check off the box. But life isn’t like that. Life presents us with both confidence and doubt, peace and anxiety, abundance and drought. Life is a constant pinging back and forth of these opposites. Learning to expand in order to hold both will bring you a sense of wholeness and let you integrate opposing energies into your life.

My emotions are a mirage. So strong and compelling. I am pulled like a toy on a string, bounced along, toppled over, dragged upside-down. Why do I allow this obsession with my emotions to be in the lead, charging up the hill toward impending doom.


Can’t I see it’s just a mirage?


I scattered ripples of energy across the dunes while pushing my way through sandstorms and blazing sunlight only to reach what never was, a mirage.

May I be filled with creative energy

May you be filled with creative energy


Susie Zol

June, 2021

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