Mangoes

This week’s bloom about mangoes, along with a recommendation from a friend, as well as today’s daily meditation email, are tied together like the ribbons attached to each of my weekly blooms. They are all encouraging me to separate in order to be strong. I must cut the cord that is holding me back; break…

The Sunday Post: A Poem on Valentine’s Day

Like Riding a Bicycle I had a dream last night that I was on a bicycle. This was odd really, and almost seems impossible. You see, I’ve never, ever, ridden a bike. Though, according to my baby book, I did have a trike. My mother wrote that my legs weren’t quite long enough so maybe…

The Ringing

The ringing in my ears Is my omniscient companion All-knowing Ever-present Drowning out my thoughts Stifling my dreams Breathe in Breathe out I count my breaths To ten and start again I listen to the storm Hoping the thundering booms Will do the trick And when the night is still I turn to my phone…

Anticipation

I can always feel it begin. It starts with my skin. The tingling comes first and it starts down low, inching up my leg and past my thighs. I feel my stomach flutter and then see it as my chest flushes with heat, quickly followed by a blush onmy cheeks. My lips can already taste…

It was a Glorious Day

I watched today’s inauguration ceremonies while I worked, taking glances at my personal computer to my left while I carried on with my regular tasks. I was watching partly out of curiousity, and partly out of a sense of obligation, and also partly just because I was so relieved this day had finally arrived. I…

Dancing with Myself

I rolled up my mat But I wasn’t quite done With striking a pose So I was dancing with myself No one was watching Save my reflection on the glass Turns out maybe I really was Dancing with myself Not sure what the song was Something about lighting up the world And flipping her hair…

Chasing Away the Gray

The sun’s coming in through my window Chasing away the gray Music’s flowing through the speakers   I’m dancing in my chair Feeling good this morning Dropping notices in the mail My heart’s in a good space today Cushioned by kind, loving, thoughts Working on establishing momentum Following one good day with another “Breathe love in,…

Sparks

I’ve been thinking a lot about us — I know that’s no surprise. A new year brings back memories of paths traveled, promises made and all that each word implied. We thought coincidence was actually fate leading us time and again toward each other, until finally, at last the spark ignited and all I could…