Grief is a funny thing.In that there’s no one wayor right way to grievesomeone passing.It’s not a straight line,it’s scattered all overthe place, sometimesit’s difficult to pick upthe piecesto begin the process ofunderstanding the depththat was left behind.If the person was in pain,you’re happy they’reat peace.If the person was wronged,you’re left shockedand angered bytheir exit.EmotionsContinue reading “Grief is a Funny Thing”
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On The Boat
For Grandpa Boat Whenever I see a boat, I think of you.I am taken back to summerdays on the water,I think of Minnesota.I smell sunscreen andwet carpet on the houseboat.I think of my grandmother’s presence,her ability to make everyonefeel at home even whenon the river.I think of your black poodleDomie running around.I think of jumpingContinue reading “On The Boat”
Belief
I spent an afternoon surrounded by art.Paintings and sculptures captured my attention.Wandering around different exhibits,I kept thinking, these artists believedin themselves enough to be able toshare their work and have their workmake it here. I thought about the confidence one has to have in themselves to be here.To root for yourself enough to makethe thingContinue reading “Belief”
Streaks of Light
I am grateful to see the sun when I get out of work.I am grateful for the colorful skies and warmer weather.I am grateful for long walks and slow mornings.I am grateful for the streaks of light that brighten my day.I am grateful for the changing season and new beginnings.
Daily Reminder
Mistakes happenThings will be correctedBe patientTry not to overthinkOr drown yourself in senseless worryYou are not your scariest thoughtThat will not happenStay presentRemember to breatheThings will be okay
To Find Myself
I drive down the roadInto the woodsTo find myselfAmongst the leafless treesAnd cold winter breezeI listen to old songsFlashbacks to my childhoodAlways pop in my headRoad trips to San DiegoSitting in the backseatWhile my dad blastsBob Dylan on repeatListening to a favoriteSong on my iPodIn the living roomMy grandmother sitting onThe couch with a bookIContinue reading “To Find Myself”
Unseen Cracks
The winter cold comes in through the unseen cracks in the wall. I bundle up in sweaters and blankets, keep the blinds down,and listen to the wind wailing away all afternoon.These cold days happen unexpectedly, I learn to livearound what I cannot control.The more I am here, the less shocked I becomewaking up to aContinue reading “Unseen Cracks”
The Candle
The light flickers and reflectsin the soft brown wood as rain sprinkles down outside.Disappointment isanother word for regret.I look up and down, side to sidetrying to focus onthis book I’m currently reading.Spurts of focus is the bestway to describe my lack of concentration.I have it,it’s just not as long as I like it.Water slides downContinue reading “The Candle”
First Hour
The first hour of my day is quiet.I take my medication and wait.Sometimes I fall back asleep.Sometimes I’m left with my own thoughts.I reflect on what I dreamed, how well I slept,what I want to write.I’ve learned to leave my phoneon my nightstand.I notice the light in my room,how my muscles feel.I move from oneContinue reading “First Hour”
First Snow
Snow falls over the coast asit moves along the ocean at aglacial pace.I stay inside all day under piles ofold blankets, trying to stay warm.A new place with different snow,two months later than usualthanks to the warmer climate.I appreciated the extended timenot worrying about the snow.Many stores are closed, first stormlike this in the years,Continue reading “First Snow”
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