Today is both National Poetry Day and the first time I’ve woken up cold since last winter. This morning the temperature was 2 degrees Celsius and so my morning shower served not only to freshen me up for the day but also to warm my bones. When I wake up two magical things happen. Firstly, I am greeted by a hot cup of tea which is very much appreciated – thank you to my husband for this – and the second thing that happens is that I have an idea for my blog post.
Sometimes the sentences come to me throughout the day but the germ of an idea has been sown overnight. As I sleep, my brain has been unjumbling my thoughts and scaffolding my writing for me. This morning – perhaps due to the cold, or maybe because things are always a little bit upside down in the world of poetry – I didn’t have an idea of what to write about. I had two.
The ideas tumbled around my head all morning and were in constant conflict with one another. Just as I thought about one, the opposite idea would pop back up and make its opinions known. I paced back and forth between the two ideas until I decided that the universe was probably giving me a sign and I promptly abandoned them both. Perhaps they will resurface another day but today they were not meant to be.
I love poetry – writing it, reading it, sharing it. So in appreciation of National Poetry Day I turned to the writing of one of my favourite (relatively unknown) poets in search of inspiration. Her poem “5 a Day Super Gran” is an ode to the older generations – those who didn’t grow up on couscous and had never heard of yoga. She talks of fresh air and fruit and vegetables, limiting sugar and alcohol and how she knows oldies from generations gone by who didn’t get fit in gyms but had physical jobs where life kept them fit.
The poet talks about energy and how sometimes people seem to have an endless supply of it – in the poem the focus is an older relative, but it is true too of children. Where our toddler gets the energy to move and talk and live at the speed he does is a mystery to us. He uses food as fuel, only staying still just long enough to reload and restock his engine before he’s bounding and bouncing and bombarding his way around again. If it’s true and being active makes you more active, then he is certainly the person to prove that theory.
To be honest, this is one area of exercise that so far has been somewhat disappointing. When I started my 0-100 days challenge, people told me that once I started exercising I would have more energy. That I too would be bouncing out of bed ready to take on the day. They said that being active would give me energy, not take it away. I can’t say I have been impressed so far. At the moment I feel zapped of energy. I need that caffeine hit more than anything after a night of broken sleep and muscles that tell me I’m still not doing those cool down stretches for long enough. Finding time each day to fit in exercise is exhausting in itself and so far the energy seesaw is not tipping in exercise’s favour.
This evening we have a friend staying. She is one of our favourite people. Why? Because she has energy. This time I’m not talking about being busy or moving quickly – she has got a sense about her, a positive energy that she carries with her wherever she goes. It’s impossible not to feel happy and relaxed in her presence and when she talks, you can’t help but listen. She’s a storyteller, a thinker, a philosopher, a fellow poet. We nicknamed her “Spiritual” a few years back and it has stuck. She has a great spiritual energy about her.
I hope that as I continue to exercise I will feel more energised and that my physical body will catch up. For now I can’t say that exercising is giving me more physical energy as I go about my day to day life. I still feel exhausted as I crawl into bed at night and I still wake up and reach for that cup of tea like a true caffeine addict. I am, however, experiencing other types of energy. The positive energy I feel about doing something healthy, the calming energy I feel after yoga and the focused energy I feel when I sit down to write. Tomorrow morning when I wake up and reach for my cup of tea, I will restock and refuel from these energy levels to power me up for the day. Positive, calm and focused.