I’m surrounded by people. I do not speak. I half-listen as my mind bounces around from one thought to another. I catch words here and there. I clap and don’t realize I’m clapping. Awareness allows me to settle into the moment. It takes several tries and I’m still not sure I got it. I checkContinue reading “Settle into the Moment”
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Quiet Mind
I sit in a room with my legs crossed and my hands on my knees. I’m focused on my breath, trying hard to ignore my racing thoughts. The music is relaxing and the yoga teacher is the only one who is speaking. Her presence is calming and trusting. I feel safe. I’m trying to getContinue reading “Quiet Mind”
Disappeared
It’s clear to me that seasons no longer exist. They only exist as dates on a calendar, marking the passage of time. The rest has faded away to a time and place the planet no longer knows. We’ve had at least five major snow storms in the last two months. It’s autumn, where leaves areContinue reading “Disappeared”
The Case of Misunderstanding
The intention of the message is lost, causing both sides to bicker and banter. Perspective impacts opinion and causes emotions to cloud one’s judgment. Person one says something to person two. Person two takes what person one said to heart and accuses person one of meaning something they didn’t because the communication wasn’t clear. ThisContinue reading “The Case of Misunderstanding”
A Reminder to Be Respectful
I don’t have to agree with you to respect you.You don’t have to agree with me to respect me.We can come from two different backgrounds and generations,have different perspectives, beliefs, and ideas, and still, be respectful of one another.The focus is often on what is different about us,who we love, what we believe, where weContinue reading “A Reminder to Be Respectful”
Saturday Drive
I go on a drive looking for my old self.I listen to old music and sing along. Dixie Chicks and Bob Dylan,Songs from my childhood that have bled into my young adult years.The leaves have barely changedAs the season of summer is about to leave for the year.Saturday, 79 degrees, and endless blue skiesGuide myContinue reading “Saturday Drive”
Summer Showers
When the clouds come overhead in the afternoon, remember that all days cannot be sunshine and blue skies. You can’t expect perfection when you know there will be rain. It’s okay, you can’t hear allthe good news you want in one day.
Toothache
Lower left side of my mouth, right if I’m staring into a mirror. It’s all in my head, it only aches when I’m out of ideas. When I’m writing, reading, watching tv, or eating, there’s no pain. None. As if I’m in a bad dream. But I’m awake because I canContinue reading “Toothache”
Breaking the Connection
This poem is about recognizing the bad habits you have and making a conscious effort to change them.
Kelly Severseike 