A counsellor of mine once invited me to partake in an writing activity to help me move through some stagnant energy and grief that I was experiencing. She sent me this poem and asked that I write my own version, beginning each sentence with “I love.” The original poem is one of my all-time favourites- I have read it countless times and find many of the lines achingly beautiful. Creating my own rendition was highly therapeutic and remains one of my most treasured pieces of writing. I have shared it below and would encourage you to pen your own if you are in need of renewed inspiration, comfort or a reminder of the beauty that exists in the world.
I love when you appear in my dreams, allowing me to feel you again without the pain.
I love nights where the moon is crisp, glowing and bright in that particularly magical way.
I love starry skies.
I love wrapping my hands around a warm mug of something nourishing.
I love cozy sweaters with sleeves that are slightly too long.
I love diving in to the first few pages of a new book.
I love the smell of libraries.
I love quiet, early mornings alone in my room where all feels safe, calm and peaceful.
I love the first hint of fall in the air.
I love the blissful moment of turning off the bedside light and pulling the covers up as far as they will go.
I love waking without anywhere that I need to be.
I love weekend breakfasts.
I love when words flow out of my brain and onto a page in rich streams like warm honey.
I love the feeling of perfectly warm sunshine on my face.
I love being cradled in a hammock, floating above the Earth.
I love the feeling of someone taking my cold hands in their warm ones.
I love the mindfulness of baking and how it engages all of the senses.
I love foraging fresh, wild berries in the summer months.
I love being barefoot outside.
I love the smell of cedar.
I love when I see or read something truly relatable, closing the gap of aloneness I feel.
I love Paris and the person I was while living there.
I love being haunted by the ghost of you because without that, you are truly gone.
I love the calming and rhythmic sound of ocean waves, lulling my crowded mind into a state of surrender.
I love everything about the rain.
I love the unfamiliarity and intrigue of arriving in a new country.
I love when the perfect song comes on at the very moment that you need it.
I love singing alone in my car with abandon.
I love the moment just before a film is about to start.
I love watching the first hint of colour at sunrise explode into a visual symphony.
I love cherry and plum blossom trees in the Spring.
I love the tangible silence when you realize you are all alone in the forest.
I love the creaking of towering trees as they sway and shift with the wind.
I love getting the most private corner spot at a café, especially if it is right by a window.
I love the first bite of a great dessert.
I love laughing until I cry.
I love crying until I have nothing left.
I love how much there is to love, even without you.