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.
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Space For Me
My stuff is scattered around this house.It looks out of place, like I’m trying to livein a space not molded around me.I have too many clothes to fitinto three small drawers.The tea I drink sits on the counterin a mixed-matched pile I haven’t organized.Coffee cups are upright on another counterbecause I have forgotten which cabinetIContinue reading “Space For Me”
blue-colored night
the welcoming of winterbegins with a firework showwe watch from a balcony and marvel at the lightshooting across the skythe sound hits usrippling inland throughthe blue-colored nightbeing eye level withthe spectacle is an incrediblesight the glittery ones feelcloser like I could reachout my fingers and graba little magic lit from belowthe green and red linesbringContinue reading “blue-colored night”
Month 12
On the 1st of December,I walked by the seaand came home sweatingunder my coat.Tonight, as I writethis poem, rain poursoutside. Its poundingon my window. I’m cozyunder my blankets withthe heating pad onmy back and fuzzy sockswarming my toes.It’s been a week filledwith both good and bad,feeling really thankfulheading into the lastmonth of this life-changing year.
How to be Present
embracing the moment I am in, appreciating the day for what it is, leaving my phone in another room, keeping it out of my reach, breathing through the scary feelings my anxiety reminds me to worry, it takes a lot of work and self- awareness to live in the present, to read a book withoutContinue reading “How to be Present”
Mikey And Me
Sitting in the shade with Mikey on the back deck. I’m reading a book, he’s under my legs. He looks so peaceful drifting in and out of sleep. I sip my chai latte and watch pollen float through the air. One lands on my cat, another lands on my dress. I cover my cup toContinue reading “Mikey And Me”
Cycles
Noun. This is how I experience a cycle of anxiety. It’s when my body senses danger, and my mind springs into action. It happens in a split second, even when there’s no danger to be found. I become distant from my thoughts. It’s like I’m watching a movie that plays the same scene on repeat.Continue reading “Cycles”
Unexpected Stop
I was driving down a side road, surrounded by pine trees. For some reason, this road reminded me of girl scout camp when I was younger. It must have been all of the pine trees and the way the sun hit my eyes behind my sunglasses. I was a mile down the road, surrounded byContinue reading “Unexpected Stop”
Mikey’s Wild Night
Mikey was so obsessed with going outside that he snuck out into the night when the door was cracked and no one was watching. Poor little old guy got stuck outside, pacing back and forth in the newly fallen snow on the porch. His meows woke up the sleeping dog upstairs but the dog didn’tContinue reading “Mikey’s Wild Night”
hope
Last year at this time, uncertainty lingered heavy. There were too many unknowns, with people getting sick and many dying, no one knew what was going on. Wearing masks was a figment of an idea, nowhere near mandatory, people were stuck in their homes, too stressed to pick up their dog’s poop on their walks,Continue reading “hope”
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