Dis-ease

I’ve been in THE HOUSE since Sunday Since then I’ve slept little And last night I began to feel Fibromyalgia pain Now I’m no doctor (But I play one on the Internet) I’ve educated myself extensively On the topics of physical, spiritual and emotional wellness And I have learned That all Dis-ease Begins in the

Eat the Lemons Life Offers You

It has been said “When life hands you lemons” You should make lemonade But what about tasting them instead Before we squeeze them Experience the lemons Mindfully it makes sense to me Because I actually like lemons I like the bitter pucker experience as much as I like lemonade So while I make the lemonade

Photo Album

Going through these photos They go pretty far back Somehow in my moves from coast to coast I’ve retained my photos I’ve left behind clothes And furniture And rugs And pets And people More than once As they can attest And here I am again Deciding what to keep Only what I need Only what

The Taste of Freedom

I forgot to grab my notebook in my haste I could use a napkin But I don’t like the way my pen Can’t write fast enough To get the thoughts out While they’re fresh I’ve been lamenting much About how I should have Could have Done this a long time ago Left this contract And

The Face of Misery

Yes it hurts when people break up Families and friends suffer But to compare that suffering To the suffering that goes on inside Living rooms And bedrooms For years and years Is not fair It’s not fair for one to endure unhappiness To spare someone else’s suffering In the end it’s better To be true

Your Excuses Are Your Reality

If you’re tolerating In a relationship Any relationship You may love the person But tolerable Isn’t love able Love isn’t able to thrive In Dry, neglected and deserted Conditions Tolerating one another Will eventually become intolerable Unless it is nurtured and cared for It just won’t You either do it or you don’t You don’t

The Clarity of Return

I needed to come here and pick through each memory Reading and remembering captured moments in time A time of misery And stuckness Of belief I can’t do anything I want Yet everywhere I look I see everything I’ve done What I’ve created A masterpiece of memories It’s so much clearer Having taken myself out