Digging into the dusty depths of my memory
To unearth some detail of sudden recall…
Remembering where I put a thing I had years ago,
and wondering if I should still have it after all this time.
I think that
If we kept things as long as we keep memories,
Maybe we’d all have more clutter
in our lives
Because, running a blog while working, parenting, and wifing full-time, while holding it all together?! Hello. It me. 👋🏾
Not bragging, just proud of myself and how far I’ve come, compared to who I once was.
I decided not to meditate this morning.
Instead, I sat outside breathing the crisp, cool, autumn air
and watched the dawn paint the sky with its cotton candy colors
while the leftover silvery beams of the moon’s light
began to dampen and fade to wisps
becoming the shimmering dew on the grass, the sparkling diamond droplets on the spiders’ silken webs,
And the sleepy mistiness of the early day that
always comes just before sunrise.
All our perception of Bad really is
My heart writes in invisible ink;
You can’t see its lingo
with simply a naked eye,
but you can feel its songs
if you get close enough…
If you only touch,
you’ll find the drumbeats
your fingertips are always playing
and the rhythms
our souls dance to.
Sparkly nails and coffee cups,
a rumpled comforter,
sunlight on my bare skin…
Today feels like fuzzy socks
and comfort food
and not leaving my bed.
I’m sorry, but I don’t think
I’ll make it in today…