Friday, September 28, 2012

Night Falls


It's friday. 
Turn on some Miles Davis. 
Dance around your kitchen.
 Cook a fine meal. 
Laugh and
Love the one your with.

Now, if you'll excuse me, 
I have a date with a good glass of red...

happy weekending, ladies and gents. 

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

This Very Moment


Autumnal 

Emotional Recovery


back from santa fe. 
bonanza ranch wedding.
friendship, dancing, old and new faces. 
happy tears, chapped lips, wine. 
whiskey, dusty boots, music. 
food, sunsets, costumes. 
karaoke, coffee, sage, walks. 
early morning chats, heartache-goodbyes. 
lost voice, blistered feet, longing for a replay. 

now, back to reality. 

 dreaming for the future:
cooking, travel, wine,
writing, gardens,
autumn, coffee, books, a home, 
community, nature,
love.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Day to Day


Today:

Person: "What are your plans for the upcoming months?" 

Me: "Not dying."

Neutral Ground


" So encouraging to see the future unfurl...
As long as you remember it will bear no resemblance to the past."
-downton abbey 

Seaside


" I am not afraid of storms 
for I am learning how to sail my ship"
-louisa may alcott

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Nowness


Shadows are an inevitable consequence of Light. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

Morning Chill



A crack in my ankle alterts a forecast, densely grey. 
 The warmth of a nights slumber accompanies me to the kettle. 
No matter how full my mind already may be, 
I'm renewed by the crackling brew of Coffee. 
A ritual which wards off all concerns. 
When late morning rolls around, my body feels cold, rigid, 
exposed to the elements; 
desperately seeking that warmth now gone. 
I take to tea, by one piping hot cup after another. 
It steadily gets me through the afternoon. 
By evening, I seek a rosy cheeked wine, 
to blanket the silent echos of night.   
Then, with a good morning to midnight, 
I take to my feathered nest.  


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

On the Turntable

Inspiration Station

Must Trust


When you're still in need of a job,
running out of time,
and panic stricken about a bankroll nearing none...
Sometimes, all you can do is shut down 
and 
walk it out. 


Hug Life


They say travel is good for finding oneself...
Maybe it's time to fill that prescription? 

Don't contemplate, just Go. 
Why? 
Because one day the day will come 
when the day will not come. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

I Choose All


There are Peaks and Valleys in Life. 
Even though I'm walkin' the rugged terrain of a Valley, 
turning in circles, hungry and disoriented;
I'm still able to manifest that Peak,
by way of a certain level of hope. 
It's time to detach myself from the Past, 
stop looking too far into the Future, 
and truly see myself Now in the
Present. 



Monday, September 10, 2012

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Forward


Leap and the net will appear 

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Thursday Mood


It may seem a little odd, but when I begin to think about my place in life, 
I often refer back to this scene. 

Some meet their path/calling/passion/happiness,
whatever you want to call it...head on. 
 A manuscript, perfectly written out for them: 
He who is valiant and full of spirit may find your calling as....
a writer. a doctor. a mother. etc. 

Well, he must have died before carving
 the rest of his straight forward request, because mine reads:
Maybe you should....Aaaaauuuggghhhh.
Does it say anything else? 
-No, just "Aaaauuuuggghhhh"

My quest, is to figure the meaning of 
Aaaaauuuuggghhhh.  

Halted Tongue


Sunset. Last Night.
Miraculous Transformations.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Light Winds


"We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls." 
-Anais Nin

White Fence


While running my fingers along the weathered pickets of a domestic boundary, 
a rush of tingling emotion surges to my chest, 
circulating up to my throat, blocked in a lump sum, 
as if it were a physical form trying to escape.
The creeping stems of unraveled morning glories
frame this well-written home.
Caught, far from present, in a love frozen stare, 
I finally come to in a rolling dense fog.
A chilling sense of feeling woolen, monochrome, uneasy. 
My body begins to ache with inactivity. 

Will this fear be cut? 
Soon right away, right away. 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Sunday, September 2, 2012