How did it get so late? Where did the day go? The weekend? The years? Why didn’t I plan to still be alive, living day to day to day in my forties? What could I have done if I had known? What career? What adventures? What savings? Who would I be if I had spent the last forty years planning to be forty five? Continue reading Late
What if words were bricks, Adding up through life, Stacked high together, The heavy and the light, To form a tower filled With babel to the sky? Would your tower stand tall, Or crumble before it’s time? Continue reading Bricks of Babel, a poem
Freedom is different than I once thought. When I thought of freedom, I thought of what I could gain by losing everything I have. Of leaving and starting new somewhere else. Of a life not bound by the restraints of work and bills and cleaning. But that’s not freedom. Freedom is getting to take flight without giving up your place to land. It’s having nothing … Continue reading Freedom
Soft as a petal,Strong as the wind,Heart beating wildly,Soul set to spin.Mind open to action,Eyes wide and bright,Finding my love forMyself still alight,Hopeful that morningWill not eraseWisdom of the evening,My confidence and grace. Continue reading Loving Me
Success is… Improving over time. Being proud of yourself. Making a decision and sticking with it. Wanting to know something, and actually learning it. Being flexible enough to change your mind when you learn more. Continue reading Success
People make jewelry out of the strangest things. Beads made of clay or stone or gems. I used to have a bracelet made of lava and squirrel vertebrae. I loved that thing. This is a weird blog – I’m really not sure where I’m going with it. I’ve just been thinking about that bracelet. I miss it. It was supposed to help me avoid anger/stay … Continue reading Beads and Bones
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan.To achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might
I love how this cover turned out! I wasn’t sure… thought it might be too dark or dirty or unclear, but now that I see it in person… I love it! I’m so proud of this depressing little poetry book! Continue reading I Got My Copy!
Forty-five is half of Ninety. Here, I find the middle age. Subtly stalking immortality And hiding from the passing day, I creep from bed a little slower, I work to recall what I meant to say, But today I know so much more Than I thought I knew just yesterday. Continue reading Middle-Aged, a Poem
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