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Remembering
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I remember when my children were little. They don’t run to me and tell me about their day. Those days are long gone. I miss them. I miss the identity of being a mom to them. I miss their energy and their love. I miss seeing them discover new things and become the people they are today. I miss the texts and the phone calls. I would do it all again. I would have them all and celebrate them more.
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Resiliance
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I am here I have much to say I will start dreaming again I have been through much in my years I know more is to come But this season is calm This season will be different It will be as unique as the leaves Falling from a tree in fall This season is for me This season is healing I am seeing all the resiliance that has developed It encircles me All the choices I have made Good and bad It has made me who I am Resiliant as fuck It is in my veins, in my blood I…
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This day
Welcome to this day It is the first of November Day of the dead celebration for some But for me, just another day Another day to think about all that has been But today, I think about all that can be A lot on my mind, but simple A business model A chance to shine A chance to change what was I sit in my little place I listen to music from Another time This week, I was reminded of my life before Before the changes I am content in where I am I can come and go as I…
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Today is a day to listen
Sometimes things are loud Sometimes they are soft Today is a day to listen I hear what I need to hear I hear what is not being said Today is a day to listen Listen to my heart Listen to my soul Today is a day to listen Learning to be still Learning to be silent Today is a day to listen Words do not always need to come Words do not always need to be said Today is a day to listen A day to hear what is there A day to hear what is not Today is a…
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The Rain
I hear it falling The music plays gently in the background The sounds of the waves crashing I can think of a better way to spend A day off In between the noise and chaos The sound of a car gliding through the puddles All in the neighborhood I call home It is not where I would have thought I would be But it is better than where I was Both in the mind and in the flesh The rain has a way of making one think of all the new ways to look at this life It clears and…
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A new step
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The river flows The ideas come The business starts The time will be soon She will live her truth She will find her place That belonging The sense of ownership It’s only her now Her world Her breath Her life She sees things Others do not see She stops and soaks it in Her life passed by fast All seems to slow Down to almost a stop She breaths in And she breaths out Her life has value She knows herself She becomes priority She is top of the list Her performance Is just for her She will engage with…
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Foreign to this world
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The world seems unfamiliar In the midst of it all There is something not right My world is not your world Your world is not mine Silence comes around me The universe bring forth what it may It shows me the way It brings into my world what is needed Sometimes I do not understand But more and more I am seeing it As it is and what it is for My world is different than yours I live in a place of unusual signs I choose to see them I stop and listen This is my choice Something I…
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Just thinking…
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Something big is coming, and maybe it is not big. Maybe it is just something small and peaceful. I would be totally okay with that. I do not need to save the world. I just need to exist and occasionally do things that bring me joy and growth. I want to be important, I want to feel important. And I will. I will be searching for my new place. My new place to be who I am meant to be. To be silly and laugh and smile. Life is very interesting. To say that the last few years have been…
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Return for her
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Today, I went back for the 16 year old version of me. It was a weird feeling. It was a bag of mixed feelings. I have a lot of healing to do. But I also feel like I am finally finding my voice in it all. I am finding that I had the voice, it came out here and there for certain things. Mainly to defend others. Now it is my time to defend me. To stand up for me. To be there for me. I may stand alone, but these two feet stand strong. They always have. They have…
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In honor of…Mrs. Peckham
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This past week a very special person past away. My middle school English teacher fought the fight of breast cancer for over 30 years and it finally won. She was a fighter, she was the original fighter. She was the strongest woman I have ever met. Her personality was strong and tenacious and she left a deep impression on my heart. I met this Scottish woman when I was in middle school. I had heard about her. She was tough and could be mean. She was loud and others were quite afraid of her. she had a legacy of being…
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Quiet Intensity 