Chasing the past, I stumbled into the future.
P.S. Thanks to Rebecca for letting me know that this quote was used in the television show Being Erica. In the episode “Plenty of Fish,”
Chasing the past, I stumbled into the future.
P.S. Thanks to Rebecca for letting me know that this quote was used in the television show Being Erica. In the episode “Plenty of Fish,”
Tea time — a brief recess from dodging life’s blowdarts.
I do love my friends who wouldn’t dare judge me — but we all need to be judged, sometimes.
Walking is good for solving problems — it’s like the feet are little psychiatrists.
Scars tell us more about the future than the past, about how we can live strong despite any pain we’ve been through.
If you treat the unknown as a minefield and never enter, you may avoid getting blasted but won’t ever get to run along with the butterflies.
Grief bores holes
in our hearts & heads
like a woodpecker
— peck peck peck
— knock knock knock
You can’t make it stop
Eventually it flies away
— but leaves pits
that never fully heal
The glow of the moon is poetry
The blossoming of flowers is poetry
The blossoming of woman is poetry
The glow of woman is poetry —
and even more so, because
the light comes from within.
After reading countless health books over the past couple of decades, I can tell you it pretty much all boils down to this: Eat plenty of veggies, work, play, rest, and don’t worry.
Three A.M. is when
all the quiet things
become loud —
the drip in the sink,
that clock on the wall,
our hearts, our minds.
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.
leaves dancing
in a brisk breeze
on an almost-bare tree
joyous at autumn’s wake
they tremble, ready
to be free, to sleep
with past seasons —
dying, they celebrate
the awakening of winter
yellow butterfly —
did your wisp fluttering wings
make this springtime breeze?