Week 41 | Kiss the Ground

The list could go on and on … How many ways do you kiss the ground?

-Shawn @ AA/P52

Shawn started this prompt with a poem by Rumi:

"Today, like every other day, we wake up empty 

and frightened.  Don't open the door to the study

and begin reading.  Take down a musical instrument. 

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."

Let the beauty we love be what we do. 

Let the beauty we love


what we do. 


The way their hair feels running through my fingers as I braid their hair.  

The way she totally releases herself in my arms. 

The way my oversized spoon pushes the mixture of jalapeño, onion, tomato, garlic, chili powder, cumin, salt and a pinch of sugar through the strainer, liquid sauce rhythmically being sieved from the pulp that remains. 

The way it feels to climb into freshly washed sheets, as if to make the loads of work prior worth it.

The relief that comes when my feet no longer step on crumbs in the kitchen (because I finally did something about it).

The way the camera captures slices of the big picture; how I appreciate those small details when I upload and look at the pictures that my finger clicked into focus.  

The way they appreciate by devouring the apple slices I cut up.

The way their crayons and markers feel in my hands, and how I find myself drawing and creating the way I did as a kid.  But only when I let myself say yes, and go to that place the imagination takes us, do I reap that benefit.  

The way my feet pound lightly to the beat of the music pumping through my ears on a brisk Sunday morning walk.

The way I crave to open the windows and doors on a crisp autumn morning; the kids are learning to find the blankets again.  

The way I push the chocolate chips down into the half-cooked pancakes so as to protect them from getting burned on the flip side.  Such goodness needs to be protected.  

 © Houseman 2013