

My head feels like random pieces of junk strewn around.
I’m overwhelmed and crushed by the sheer weight of being alive.
AKA: I’m having a hard time right now.
Pictures of random stuff found in my backyard.
Hope everyone is doing ok.
My head feels like random pieces of junk strewn around.
I’m overwhelmed and crushed by the sheer weight of being alive.
AKA: I’m having a hard time right now.
Pictures of random stuff found in my backyard.
Hope everyone is doing ok.
Kind of because here we’re kind of out of quarantine although we definitely shouldn’t be. I present you with a puppy picture. This isn’t my puppy but I get to see him every now and then and … isn’t he just adorable … He doesn’t have a name. Any suggestions?
Courage. That was today’s yoga practice. It’s also the monthly theme. Hell, I think it’s safe to say it’s our universal yearly theme.
Courage to move forward. Courage to push ourselves beyond our comfort zones. Courage to push the people around us from their comfort zones.
One of the truest ways to effect change socially and economically is through divestment. It can be hard to get there. Companies don’t want you to divest. Social constructs don’t really support divestment. But the BLM protests have proven, again, that it is possible. It might be uncomfortable. It might reveal more naysayers than you thought you had in your circle. Always remember, it’s for the greater good.
It’s been a whole half a year.
And what a year it’s been so far.
Its almost time for mid year reflections. I guess it can always be time for reflection but this year I’ve been very focused on moving forward, how to get there, making goals, setting intentions, visualizing …
All the things.
I even have a journal made to help you set goals and intentions and act on them.
But I’m also exhausted, especially right now.
It’s been a week, even with the holiday. It’s been filled with good and bad.
Lately, all I can think is how very tired we should all be and how willing we should be to hold each other accountable and to demand change.
After all, change is the only constant. I’d argue that it’s the root of most fear.
How are you feeling as we come up on half a year? After this month? This week?
Happy Mother’s Day. Today’s yoga practice was “Rose Yoga”. Fitting.
Cinco de Mayo.
Sitting in the sunlight relishing in the cool breeze and trying to find a little peace.
I have to go into our office tomorrow, just for the day. I haven’t gotten ready for work in over 6 weeks. I’m not sure I want to start again.
How are you doing? Are you working? How has that been going?
Startling
Isn’t it?
Subtle slow rolling
Breath
Escaping over the plane.
Unsettling,
The lie
Resting on your lip.
Does it leave a trail?
Notes of evolution
Trickling along your jaw
You know how sometimes people say Ring around the Rosie is a nursery rhyme that references the plague? I think for the most part it’s agreed that’s not true, but my cooped up mind started wondering today what our nursery rhyme for this current period would be.
This little photo diary I set out to do is turning into a “read my ramble” diary.
How do you guys think our nursery rhyme would go?
Milk in my hands
Though I squeeze every crevice of skin together
It seeks out the cracks
Slivers of space where thought once existed
It bleeds over my knuckles
Counting the moments
One by one
Lucious seconds dripping to the floor
Opaque shape shifting shadows
Of a minute hand stuck
Though the clock ticks on
Today my heart hurts and that’s ok. I find myself wishing for things past, things yet to come and wondering why the present is so … complicated. Everything is weird and it’s normal to feel up, down and all around. It’s sometimes difficult not to get mired in those feelings.