Here's a poem from e.e. cummings which celebrates the one word we all could use more frequently.
Yes
I thank God for most this
amazing
day; for the leaping greenly
spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural, which is
infinite, which is yes.
- e.e. cummings
Monday, April 09, 2007
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
easter egg hunt
In honor of the fact that one of the most chocolatey and declicious events of the year is happening this weekend, I wrote an little poem.
I'm heading to CT to see my family this weekend, so I won't be around. And I won't be submitting any poems. I suspect you'll be just fine with that.
Hoppy Easter! ; )
easter egg hunt
pink plastic protrudes from a pleasant park
yellow yolks yawn in the yard
a blue bouncy bunny brings bounty
and the hunt is on!
the contest to capture containers of chocolate candy and confection
denim dresses dash amongst the daisies
jeans jostle for the juiciest of jelly jewels
happy hands hurl towards hardboiled hens' handiwork
mouths move and mention more mysterious magic
and finally, friends and family fall flat forward in the flowers.
Fun for all. : )
-- lml april 5, 07
I'm heading to CT to see my family this weekend, so I won't be around. And I won't be submitting any poems. I suspect you'll be just fine with that.
Hoppy Easter! ; )
easter egg hunt
pink plastic protrudes from a pleasant park
yellow yolks yawn in the yard
a blue bouncy bunny brings bounty
and the hunt is on!
the contest to capture containers of chocolate candy and confection
denim dresses dash amongst the daisies
jeans jostle for the juiciest of jelly jewels
happy hands hurl towards hardboiled hens' handiwork
mouths move and mention more mysterious magic
and finally, friends and family fall flat forward in the flowers.
Fun for all. : )
-- lml april 5, 07
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Subject Lines
You are looking to get someone's attention, crafting the perfect email, and wanting to add that witty je ne sais quois...
...well, all you have to do is click the Subject: box in a Yahoo mail email. : )
Out pops a randomly generated Subject line. It's brilliant, really!
In honor of the spectacularism of the Yahoo Subject: line generator... here's my poem.
Ode to a Subject
Carving watermelons on Halloween
Do you suffer from uncontrollable falling down?
Leveraging core competency across the extraprise
My hobby is collecting dust
LipSmack heartAttack girlie girl in a pink sleep sack
If the cubicle's a-rockin', don't bother knockin'
you're not as objectionable as you seem to be, are you?
What's the corkage fee at McDonald's?
How to Comb Your Curly Hair
How was tomorrow? I think you know what I mean.
I changed her oil, she changed my life
we have located your pants
things fall apart; the center does not hold
I'd love to, but I'm building a pig from a kit.
It's not you, it's me. I don't like you.
--lml and Yahoo, April 4/07
...well, all you have to do is click the Subject: box in a Yahoo mail email. : )
Out pops a randomly generated Subject line. It's brilliant, really!
In honor of the spectacularism of the Yahoo Subject: line generator... here's my poem.
Ode to a Subject
Carving watermelons on Halloween
Do you suffer from uncontrollable falling down?
Leveraging core competency across the extraprise
My hobby is collecting dust
LipSmack heartAttack girlie girl in a pink sleep sack
If the cubicle's a-rockin', don't bother knockin'
you're not as objectionable as you seem to be, are you?
What's the corkage fee at McDonald's?
How to Comb Your Curly Hair
How was tomorrow? I think you know what I mean.
I changed her oil, she changed my life
we have located your pants
things fall apart; the center does not hold
I'd love to, but I'm building a pig from a kit.
It's not you, it's me. I don't like you.
--lml and Yahoo, April 4/07
Happy International Poetry Month!
It's true! April is International Poetry Month!
In honor of the festivities, I'll try (TRY being the operative word) to post a poem every day. Maybe one of mine, maybe one from someone else.
Enjoy!
it's the rain of april
when showers mist the landscape
the earth sucks at the moisture
greedy;
like a hungry child at the breast of a mother
we wait
in reverent silence
for the green to come
as the geese fly in droves
back to their roots
the water flows
making your soul flowers bloom
- lml april 3, 07
In honor of the festivities, I'll try (TRY being the operative word) to post a poem every day. Maybe one of mine, maybe one from someone else.
Enjoy!
it's the rain of april
when showers mist the landscape
the earth sucks at the moisture
greedy;
like a hungry child at the breast of a mother
we wait
in reverent silence
for the green to come
as the geese fly in droves
back to their roots
the water flows
making your soul flowers bloom
- lml april 3, 07
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
tonight
I walked tonight
at the moment when the charcoal of the dark
smudged itself against the pastel violet
of the setting sun
when the stars sparkled
like fools gold
in the depths of the darkest blue waters
where trees rose up
silhouetted against the sky
in greeting
branches, like arms, stretched out in warmth
like long lost friends
where the sounds of the moment
are muted and dampened
and become soft whispers and caresses
changing the landscape of what's known
I walked at night
when the day
transforms itself into a new beginning.
- lml March 28/07
at the moment when the charcoal of the dark
smudged itself against the pastel violet
of the setting sun
when the stars sparkled
like fools gold
in the depths of the darkest blue waters
where trees rose up
silhouetted against the sky
in greeting
branches, like arms, stretched out in warmth
like long lost friends
where the sounds of the moment
are muted and dampened
and become soft whispers and caresses
changing the landscape of what's known
I walked at night
when the day
transforms itself into a new beginning.
- lml March 28/07
Sunday, March 25, 2007
What is suicide and when does it become your responsibility?
The last few days, the issues of control and responsibility and life have been very much on my mind. A couple of people close to me have put them in positions where they want to take control of their lives, and specifically take control of where they lives might be leading or how long they want them to last.
It's obvious that it's a human reaction to want to help someone in need. That's part of love, I think. It's what makes the world go around. I think the desire to help is in each and every one of us, and in some, the hero archetype even rides a white horse and is willing to go through difficult terrain and terrible weather to rescue the victim. To prove to them that someone cares for them and loves them and will take away their pain.
But is that real? Is that truly what would happen if they were saved? I don't think so. I feel pretty sure that when the lights fade, and the hero rides off to another disaster, the person would still continue to wrestle with whatever demons and anguish and pain they feel.
So, at what point do you have to step away from your horse, your self-sacrifice, your sense of responsibility and righteousness, and simply let a person choose their own path and their own destiny? Aren't they going to anyway? What will your suffering do to ease their troubled hearts?
At what point does a person or an institution decide that while they can make the body better, and physically OK, they can do nothing for the soul and the mind and the traumatized psyche that exists in a place where medicine, and touch, and love, and healing can't go.
I suspect this philosophy doesn't sound ethical. It doesn't sound right to just let someone be. Let someone experience the life journey that they are supposed to. On their own terms. And in their own time. I suspect it doesn't sit right to believe that simply by letting go, standing off to one side, providing acceptance and empathy and compassion, and offering to them whatever tools you may have (IF they want them), and acknowledging that you can't do any of this for them. I suspect it seems analagous to Judas washing his hands of Jesus' blood.
It feels like a betrayal, doesn't it? It feels like something criminal and inhumane.
I think it's important to care, if it's truly how you feel. It's important to show someone that you accept them as they are, without asking them to change or be different. I think it's important to feel it in your soul, when you open your arms wide to hold them. I believe it is beautiful to be able to look into someone's eyes and make them laugh, even when they are holding back tears. But it seems impossible and ineffectual to force someone to be a certain way, do certain things, live their life according to your own rules and beliefs, simply because you want them to.
They have to want it. For themselves. They have to want to get better. Want to figure out what is ailing them. Want to find the courage to face the demons that haunt their waking moments. It has to come from them, I think, to be something that will change what they know and take that first step into the unknown.
It's obvious that it's a human reaction to want to help someone in need. That's part of love, I think. It's what makes the world go around. I think the desire to help is in each and every one of us, and in some, the hero archetype even rides a white horse and is willing to go through difficult terrain and terrible weather to rescue the victim. To prove to them that someone cares for them and loves them and will take away their pain.
But is that real? Is that truly what would happen if they were saved? I don't think so. I feel pretty sure that when the lights fade, and the hero rides off to another disaster, the person would still continue to wrestle with whatever demons and anguish and pain they feel.
So, at what point do you have to step away from your horse, your self-sacrifice, your sense of responsibility and righteousness, and simply let a person choose their own path and their own destiny? Aren't they going to anyway? What will your suffering do to ease their troubled hearts?
At what point does a person or an institution decide that while they can make the body better, and physically OK, they can do nothing for the soul and the mind and the traumatized psyche that exists in a place where medicine, and touch, and love, and healing can't go.
I suspect this philosophy doesn't sound ethical. It doesn't sound right to just let someone be. Let someone experience the life journey that they are supposed to. On their own terms. And in their own time. I suspect it doesn't sit right to believe that simply by letting go, standing off to one side, providing acceptance and empathy and compassion, and offering to them whatever tools you may have (IF they want them), and acknowledging that you can't do any of this for them. I suspect it seems analagous to Judas washing his hands of Jesus' blood.
It feels like a betrayal, doesn't it? It feels like something criminal and inhumane.
I think it's important to care, if it's truly how you feel. It's important to show someone that you accept them as they are, without asking them to change or be different. I think it's important to feel it in your soul, when you open your arms wide to hold them. I believe it is beautiful to be able to look into someone's eyes and make them laugh, even when they are holding back tears. But it seems impossible and ineffectual to force someone to be a certain way, do certain things, live their life according to your own rules and beliefs, simply because you want them to.
They have to want it. For themselves. They have to want to get better. Want to figure out what is ailing them. Want to find the courage to face the demons that haunt their waking moments. It has to come from them, I think, to be something that will change what they know and take that first step into the unknown.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Sweet Riding
I went to Jay Peak this weekend. It's been about 28 years since I was last there. I didn't remember a single thing about the mountain - not the way the slopes were carved into the mountain side, or the chalets and condos, or how much snowfall they get.
OMG, do they get a lot of snow. They had 30 inches (almost 3 feet) on Friday alone. It snowed all day Saturday AND Sunday! It was sooooooo lovely - feet and feet of soft and powdery goodness. It made everything so hushed and subdued. The sound was dampened. And the quiet was so good for the soul.
I felt like I was scuba diving - that same reverent hush that you feel when you are under water. That same sensation of being cut off from contact with other people; that feeling of isolation; and that oneness with your surroundings.
There's something so amazing about being in a winter storm and being on the slopes. You are so swaddled in with clothes and padding and helmets and safety features. You feel utterly invincible and yet, you stand on that board and feel the elements and take it all in as if you were standing there naked.
You ride your board, surfing the snow dunes like they were waves cresting on the ocean, totally lost in the sound of the whooshing and the glide of the board on the soft surface. Feeling the flex and flow of the board under your feet. Surrendering to the momentum of the hill, the silkiness of the mounds underneath your feet, the wind in your face and your hair, the movement of the trees as they gust and blow. Almost like they are cheering you on.
Talk about a totally amazing ride!
OMG, do they get a lot of snow. They had 30 inches (almost 3 feet) on Friday alone. It snowed all day Saturday AND Sunday! It was sooooooo lovely - feet and feet of soft and powdery goodness. It made everything so hushed and subdued. The sound was dampened. And the quiet was so good for the soul.
I felt like I was scuba diving - that same reverent hush that you feel when you are under water. That same sensation of being cut off from contact with other people; that feeling of isolation; and that oneness with your surroundings.
There's something so amazing about being in a winter storm and being on the slopes. You are so swaddled in with clothes and padding and helmets and safety features. You feel utterly invincible and yet, you stand on that board and feel the elements and take it all in as if you were standing there naked.
You ride your board, surfing the snow dunes like they were waves cresting on the ocean, totally lost in the sound of the whooshing and the glide of the board on the soft surface. Feeling the flex and flow of the board under your feet. Surrendering to the momentum of the hill, the silkiness of the mounds underneath your feet, the wind in your face and your hair, the movement of the trees as they gust and blow. Almost like they are cheering you on.
Talk about a totally amazing ride!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Super Heroes to the Rescue
I thought I'd sit down this morning to try a new concept out - to sit and write and see what comes out of a stream of conscious. I got the idea from Morning pages, which comes from the book, The Artist's Way. I neither have the book, nor do I see myself as an artist.
I am, however, trying to cultivate my creativity. It seems to have gone to sleep for a little bit after I moved here; as I discover this new area, a new home, new area of town, explore some new possibilities at work. That's a lot of "new".
Perhaps my creativity becomes stronger when I feel like I am in a rut, when the world around me feels stale, subdued, faded. Like a fresh coat of paint on a rough and worn surface, bringing a sense of opportunity and spark, I harness that creative outlet like a super heroes donning their cape and Lycra clothes.
Out of a necessity and need to keep me balanced, fresh, hopeful, optimistic.
I am, however, trying to cultivate my creativity. It seems to have gone to sleep for a little bit after I moved here; as I discover this new area, a new home, new area of town, explore some new possibilities at work. That's a lot of "new".
Perhaps my creativity becomes stronger when I feel like I am in a rut, when the world around me feels stale, subdued, faded. Like a fresh coat of paint on a rough and worn surface, bringing a sense of opportunity and spark, I harness that creative outlet like a super heroes donning their cape and Lycra clothes.
Out of a necessity and need to keep me balanced, fresh, hopeful, optimistic.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
*Yawn* at Dawn
I thought I was adjusted to the springing forward of an early DST, but this morning, I could hardly drag my butt out of bed. I missed the chirping of the birds and the sun coming through my window.
I suspect it'll all be there again in a couple of weeks. It just proves to me that, once again, I realize how much I enjoy the sunshine. And... that spring is almost here! : )
I suspect it'll all be there again in a couple of weeks. It just proves to me that, once again, I realize how much I enjoy the sunshine. And... that spring is almost here! : )
Monday, March 05, 2007
Because it's true...
"As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon...
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring...
What stranger miracles are there?”
Monday, February 26, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Gentle Footprint
I read this quotation this morning.
When we walk like (we are running), we print anxiety and sorrow on the earth. We have to walk in a way that we only print peace and serenity on the earth... Be aware of the contact between your feet and the earth. Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet. I think you can extend this to include other ways in which we leave footprints in our lives.
Obviously, there is the physical footprint, of how heavy your real foot lands on the Earth and how it can damage what exists; or how lightly you can tread on the ground.
But could it also mean that your footprint can leave a path behind - to lead the way for others, perhaps? Do you choose to travel (footloose and fancy free?) or do you choose to stand still?
Then, there is a spiritual footprint. What kind of mark do you leave on people when you connect with them? How do you choose to relate to them and communicate with them? What kind of mark do you want to leave in this world? Each one of our choices (from the food we eat; to the clothes we wear; to the things we do with our time) has an impact.
How gentle are you?
When we walk like (we are running), we print anxiety and sorrow on the earth. We have to walk in a way that we only print peace and serenity on the earth... Be aware of the contact between your feet and the earth. Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet. I think you can extend this to include other ways in which we leave footprints in our lives.
Obviously, there is the physical footprint, of how heavy your real foot lands on the Earth and how it can damage what exists; or how lightly you can tread on the ground.
But could it also mean that your footprint can leave a path behind - to lead the way for others, perhaps? Do you choose to travel (footloose and fancy free?) or do you choose to stand still?
Then, there is a spiritual footprint. What kind of mark do you leave on people when you connect with them? How do you choose to relate to them and communicate with them? What kind of mark do you want to leave in this world? Each one of our choices (from the food we eat; to the clothes we wear; to the things we do with our time) has an impact.
How gentle are you?
Monday, February 12, 2007
Therapy in a box
Here I am, a couple of weeks away from moving. I spent all of yesterday packing. I realized last night, as I finished up my 11th box and experienced a pang of wistfulness that I didn't have anything more at that point to pack, that I LOVE packing!
I find it so therapeutic to dive into my material possessions; submerge into that pool of objects and things that I've been carrying around; wade though the items that have significance in my life; and scoop up the rest to give away.
I feel free when I purge and pack. It makes me feel lighter. It makes me feel like I am more responsive and open. That I, subconsciously, have the space to react to new opportunities and experiences. That I don't feel the weight of "things" around my neck.
It also makes me realize that I don't need very much (why, on earth do I have 6 pillows and 3 duvets? what do I do with 13 bath towels? a dozen or so pairs of socks that I don't wear? copious amounts of utensils? and I've collected this only in the last couple of years, OMG!) Plus, I get excited to share my stuff with other people.
I am very fortunate, obviously, and I am happy to take the moment to respond to all that I have in my life. And to simplify. : )
I find it so therapeutic to dive into my material possessions; submerge into that pool of objects and things that I've been carrying around; wade though the items that have significance in my life; and scoop up the rest to give away.
I feel free when I purge and pack. It makes me feel lighter. It makes me feel like I am more responsive and open. That I, subconsciously, have the space to react to new opportunities and experiences. That I don't feel the weight of "things" around my neck.
It also makes me realize that I don't need very much (why, on earth do I have 6 pillows and 3 duvets? what do I do with 13 bath towels? a dozen or so pairs of socks that I don't wear? copious amounts of utensils? and I've collected this only in the last couple of years, OMG!) Plus, I get excited to share my stuff with other people.
I am very fortunate, obviously, and I am happy to take the moment to respond to all that I have in my life. And to simplify. : )
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Musings on my mind
Just a quick peek into my brain at 6:49pm....
How do I get motivated to work out? Why am I struggling with this?
How do I boost my immune system, because if the start of the new year is any indication, mine sucks!
Is there any relationship between those first two questions?
Why do I sometimes feel like I'm over the hill, and sometimes I feel like I've barely touched 22?
Where should I travel to this year?
I have a yearning for some change, and I think it's coming. In what way will it manifest itself this year?
Where will I move to in June 2007?
Is my sister going to have a boy or a girl? (Yay, Gina & Stuart!)
Would I be ready to have a child?
Should I buy out my 2005 Echo at the end of my lease in May?
Should I lease something new? If so, what?
What mischief am I going to get into this weekend?
Should I play hooky tomorrow?
What am I going to have for dinner tonight?
How do I get motivated to work out? Why am I struggling with this?
How do I boost my immune system, because if the start of the new year is any indication, mine sucks!
Is there any relationship between those first two questions?
Why do I sometimes feel like I'm over the hill, and sometimes I feel like I've barely touched 22?
Where should I travel to this year?
I have a yearning for some change, and I think it's coming. In what way will it manifest itself this year?
Where will I move to in June 2007?
Is my sister going to have a boy or a girl? (Yay, Gina & Stuart!)
Would I be ready to have a child?
Should I buy out my 2005 Echo at the end of my lease in May?
Should I lease something new? If so, what?
What mischief am I going to get into this weekend?
Should I play hooky tomorrow?
What am I going to have for dinner tonight?
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
ellusive
Happy New Year!
This is something I started writing before the holidays, before I got sick, and before I spent much time sleeping and reading. Life is good! : )
ellusive
ellusive
unlike
sticky pine-scented sap
reside tacky against your skin.
ellusive
unlike
the stinging sharpness of a winter's breath
crystalizing tears against your cheek.
ellusive
unlike
the scent of freshly baked bread, hot
melting the essence of home in your mouth.
- LML Dec 2006
This is something I started writing before the holidays, before I got sick, and before I spent much time sleeping and reading. Life is good! : )
ellusive
ellusive
unlike
sticky pine-scented sap
reside tacky against your skin.
ellusive
unlike
the stinging sharpness of a winter's breath
crystalizing tears against your cheek.
ellusive
unlike
the scent of freshly baked bread, hot
melting the essence of home in your mouth.
- LML Dec 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
cuddles from a cat; reflections on a family
I am sitting on my couch, getting some serious love from my roomie's cat. She's kneading away at my chest, her paws are strongly suggesting that I need to make room in my heart for her attention, she's burrowing herself into the crook of my arm, and she's purring so loudly, I wonder if it's an old diesel enginge idling outside. I am totally wigged out on her bliss.
And it's making me think of families and love. This beautiful pummeling of my soul aside, I have noticed some strong feelings in myself to want a family. Even if it's something that is transient and fluid. Even if it's something that is easily lost or left behind. Or something that changes the way a river and stream changes with the seasons, the wind, the sunshine, the animals that quench themselves with it's depth and taste. I feel I am comfortable with change and movement. And I would still enjoy the feeling of being able to share my love, my energy, ME, with people that I feel close to. People whom also feel comfortable and interested in spending time with me.
To me that feels like family; like home.
And it's making me think of families and love. This beautiful pummeling of my soul aside, I have noticed some strong feelings in myself to want a family. Even if it's something that is transient and fluid. Even if it's something that is easily lost or left behind. Or something that changes the way a river and stream changes with the seasons, the wind, the sunshine, the animals that quench themselves with it's depth and taste. I feel I am comfortable with change and movement. And I would still enjoy the feeling of being able to share my love, my energy, ME, with people that I feel close to. People whom also feel comfortable and interested in spending time with me.
To me that feels like family; like home.
Friday, December 01, 2006
It's WORLD AIDS DAY
It's snowing and sleeting here in Ottawa. I am at home, safe under my roof, warm in my pajamas. I have food in my belly, music drifting through my speakers, and I am feeling incredibly lucky.
A perfect day, I think, to spend some time thinking about how other people are living in the world.
Time to think about AIDS.
Today is World AIDS day.
Around forty million people are living with HIV throughout the world - and that number increases in every region every day. What spreads AIDS? Ignorance and prejudice.
If I can think about this disease, and do one small thing towards stopping it - by making a donation, talking about it, making people more aware, giving just a little - perhaps we can take a step towards finding a cure.
A perfect day, I think, to spend some time thinking about how other people are living in the world.
Time to think about AIDS.
Today is World AIDS day.
Around forty million people are living with HIV throughout the world - and that number increases in every region every day. What spreads AIDS? Ignorance and prejudice.
If I can think about this disease, and do one small thing towards stopping it - by making a donation, talking about it, making people more aware, giving just a little - perhaps we can take a step towards finding a cure.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
bamboo
I am weathering this storm
but I want my skin to stay supple
open to the elements around me
that may beat against my soul
and hammer the foundations of my body.
I am bending in the wind
offering no resistance
to a changes in course
or the dizzying disorientation
of being off the path.
I am finding my strength
and feeling my courageous self
yet I am responsive to throwing open my arms
to those beautiful gifts of love
in my life.
lml - november 2006
but I want my skin to stay supple
open to the elements around me
that may beat against my soul
and hammer the foundations of my body.
I am bending in the wind
offering no resistance
to a changes in course
or the dizzying disorientation
of being off the path.
I am finding my strength
and feeling my courageous self
yet I am responsive to throwing open my arms
to those beautiful gifts of love
in my life.
lml - november 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Words for the Season
"Winter covers everything; but everything's not dead."
- Sarah Harmer, "Dogs and Thunder"
I like these words, because they remind me that even though we are all starting to hunker down for the winter; even though the geese are filling the sky with their songs as they head south; even though the air feels colder and the sun is losing its strength; and even though the darkness comes so much faster...
... there is still so much life around us and inside of us.
We just need to be more resourceful during these next few months and make a point of finding that sunshine and that life and that lightness.
- Sarah Harmer, "Dogs and Thunder"
I like these words, because they remind me that even though we are all starting to hunker down for the winter; even though the geese are filling the sky with their songs as they head south; even though the air feels colder and the sun is losing its strength; and even though the darkness comes so much faster...
... there is still so much life around us and inside of us.
We just need to be more resourceful during these next few months and make a point of finding that sunshine and that life and that lightness.
Friday, November 03, 2006
adjusting
like the manipulation of my spinal chord
as I lie on my chiropractor's table
the alignment of my vertebrae
falling into place
echoes the feeling of adjusting
to the situations around me
adjusting to the new distance between me and a friend
and the sadness that pours into me when I realize the loss
adjusting to the yearning that vibrates through me, when I catch a glimpse of his face or his smile.
adjusting to my new body
the change of my curves and my stature
the softness I feel
and the substance.
adjusting to this place of transition
of seeing myself far off in the distance and not able to grasp the steps I need to take to get there.
adjusting to the pieces of this puzzle of me that I need to put together.
adjusting to catching my breath, in this moment, and remembering that I have everything that I need or could ever want right now.
as I lie on my chiropractor's table
the alignment of my vertebrae
falling into place
echoes the feeling of adjusting
to the situations around me
adjusting to the new distance between me and a friend
and the sadness that pours into me when I realize the loss
adjusting to the yearning that vibrates through me, when I catch a glimpse of his face or his smile.
adjusting to my new body
the change of my curves and my stature
the softness I feel
and the substance.
adjusting to this place of transition
of seeing myself far off in the distance and not able to grasp the steps I need to take to get there.
adjusting to the pieces of this puzzle of me that I need to put together.
adjusting to catching my breath, in this moment, and remembering that I have everything that I need or could ever want right now.
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