I know what I want. Doesn’t mean I get it. They said Knowing is Half the Battle or I’m making that up. Sharing is caring? There is some static in my reception as you can see from the picture.
Best to conserve battery power.
Category Archives: Future Plans
June 22
I am a singular person and a walking cliche.
I move through the line
Aware of the appearance
Still wondering
How far I can go.
Self awareness is not comfortable
It averages out well if you
stay true and humble
What I think of me matters
In search of healthy conflict
I know the key to surviving
is wrapped in acceptance
Loving east as I move west.
It warms my heart
Enveloped in the bestDaily life I’ve ever known
Alone for the first time.
June 20
Alignment
On point
Focused
At peace
Sturdy
Tall
Enlightened
Uplifted
Happy
Determined
Alone
Leading
Adventuring
Hoping
Believing
Engaged
Active
Eager
Certain
Clear
Centered
June 14
Yoga is about stillness. I’m missing the chance to learn from women that understand this far better than I do. I’m staying home because the stillness of today is amazing. I’m alone. I don’t have work today. I don’t have chores. I don’t have responsibility. At least nothing pressing. The list of shoulds in my head could take over if I think too hard. So my yoga practice today is to remain still.
Eventually I’ll need food.
June 13
I got distracted and didn’t post yesterday. So as a special treat…
Blue eyes capture me
Honest
Sincere
Clearly wanting what I have
I will give it up
And then move on.
June 5
I find out information
Just by listening
What I do with it
Is the real secret
Without intervention
People are uninteresting
Raised by baby boomers
In cocoons of false praise
Never trusting, always lusting
She wears a tie
That dangles
Between breasts, fully covered
The only thing between me
And that mountain
Of bad decisions
Is a thin film of respect
A pulsating mass
Of unidentifiable guilt
Slouches against my will
Power of integrity
June 4
To day.
A beautiful place.
Indigo
The blue part of my throat
starts in my chest. I move through
the waves
of
thestartofsomething….
What I mean to say is I have trouble separating my throat from my chest. So much of what I feel is centered between my lungs. So much of what I say is drawn from that well of emotion sometimes I know I just shouldn’t speak.
I’m rarely speechless.
I remember a time when I was too young to know any better. I was told one lie and that changed everything. I’d been in a nest of integrity for so much longer … I didn’t know what being in a group feels like, but this was when I started to find my groups.
*Ahem*
I brought it back to the yoga today. The trine of time, energy and intention conjoined an hour before work. I did the 4 poses I need to ground myself. My feet haven’t left the earth since. The 15 minute savasana clicked everything in place. I need that type of grounding with the moon getting all big and shiny like that. I caught myself just in time. The way I avoid trouble is making my own on a much smaller scale. It’s entertaining and I’m remembering things that are important. Like the yoga. See, it works.
June 2
I have distinct opinions. I don’t always know what they are
but they are not hidden
For sho
That’s what makes my
brazen behavior feel so natural, even when it’s subtle.
I made a new friend
At least once.
I was even myself almost all day
The feeling that comes
from that
is fear more than anything.
it makes
the idea of getting close
sound uncomfortably out of place.
but that
is why I feel the swarm
of feelings
Stirring in my chest.
I want someone to hear my melody.