There are times when it’s necessary to turn off the engine and just coast. I find it refreshing to take my mind off everyday tasks by trying something new. Focusing on something that is weightless really helps me feel nice and cozy under my calm umbrella. Speaking of weightlessness, juggling with scarves is quite a…
Month: April 2021
Sip Clouds
1. Flooding waves knocked me over and I fell 2. to sand that sounded a found golden bell. 3. Its song was an opened net that caught me 4. sweeping spirit to shores of harmony. 5. Breathing slow, I took a sip of the air 6. and exhaled calming words heavy with care. 7. Drink…
Calm Down!!!
I greatly dislike the phrase, “calm down.” Therefore, the title of this post really irks me. Just seeing those two words together is so irritating that they’re almost as bad as, “cheer up” . . . almost. So, why do these words rub me like #24 sandpaper? Generally, if someone dares utter them to you,…
What’s in the Hotchocolateful Name Mix?
There is a place I like to go. It’s a velvety green forest dripping with moss and wildflowers. The redwoods soar into the lush clouds leaving you to wonder where the tops end and the castle doors begin. Beneath the towering canopy, ferns and trilliums sprinkle the undergrowth. Deer leap over the carefully placed stones…
I Have a Really Big Umbrella
Never is it easier to appreciate inner calm and peace if you don’t have it. There are many things that can disrupt your zen—a hangry supervisor, a nearly empty container of ice cream haphazardly stuck back in the freezer, a glitch in the matrix. The list goes on. There are of course a bazillion actual…
The Stone Cup
The Stone Cup A scoop of cool air drips across the rim encapturing a warming space within. The stone cup of desert cappuccino slowly spills the pink sunset overflow. A drink as ancient as fossilized sea containing stories carved from history. Sip the wisdom under moon and starfall and rise awake to songs of…
Redwood Forest Walk
Redwood Forest Walk— I tread lightly on the composted trail shedding heavy layers and my fog veil. Open is the air filling my strong mind breathing in rich moss oxygen unwind. Leaving history behind as I walk amongst my ancient friends’ wisdom wind talk. Praising their knowledge with roots balancing standing still in redwood…
Dream Cloud
Dream Cloud— What would it be like if I could touch one; a soft, fluffy, white piece warmed by the sun. I’d keep it in my pocket for always and secretly squeeze it on the hard days. If I saw a tear streaming down your cheek, I would soak it up with my cloud’s…