Stone 31
Wind snarling
pouncing fiercely
at my window
Fragile glass defends itself
Easing my way back into writing with mindfulness, introspection, and writing challenges.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Silly Putty
Stone Day 28
Lucy basking on her log
sideways
Legs dangling off one side
Neck dangling off the other
like Silly Putty
stretching as far as it can
before it bounces
and becomes two
Lucy basking on her log
sideways
Legs dangling off one side
Neck dangling off the other
like Silly Putty
stretching as far as it can
before it bounces
and becomes two
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Synchronicity
Mindful Stone Day 27
The synchronicity of my life
is awesome
Even through grueling times
I am in awe of the invisible
universal consciousness
that brings people
and answers into my world
Numbers
times
words
films
The unfathomable yet welcome
manifestation of all
we do not know
becomes real
at the most unexpected times
The synchronicity of my life
is awesome
Even through grueling times
I am in awe of the invisible
universal consciousness
that brings people
and answers into my world
Numbers
times
words
films
The unfathomable yet welcome
manifestation of all
we do not know
becomes real
at the most unexpected times
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Dust
Friday, January 25, 2013
Green Light
A wish
A dream
Now a glimmer of hope
So close to reality
Do I dare believe
that my life
could actually have meaning
in the manner
for which I yearn
So close my heart races
Yet, once again,
patience becomes
soul-wrenching
A dream
Now a glimmer of hope
So close to reality
Do I dare believe
that my life
could actually have meaning
in the manner
for which I yearn
So close my heart races
Yet, once again,
patience becomes
soul-wrenching
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Agoraphobia
Mindful Stone Day 23
What does it say about me
that I rarely venture outdoors
but would crawl to
my therapy appointment?
What does it say about me
that I rarely venture outdoors
but would crawl to
my therapy appointment?
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Weather
Small Stone Day 22
Seven degrees outside
Dead inside
I used to be able to
crawl inside myself
unknowingly
Now I wish I could
by choice
Life is just too hard
most days
Seven degrees outside
Dead inside
I used to be able to
crawl inside myself
unknowingly
Now I wish I could
by choice
Life is just too hard
most days
Monday, January 21, 2013
Depression
Spiraling down
Sinking into myself
Soul on alert
Can it take yet another
onslaught
From eyes
to mind
spiraling down
remembering
what no soul should know
Sinking into myself
Soul on alert
Can it take yet another
onslaught
From eyes
to mind
spiraling down
remembering
what no soul should know
Inauguration
Mindful Stone Day 21
Rooting for my choice
country
values
Fearful as he steps
from "The Beast"
Relief the crowd is
happy
like me
Rooting for my choice
country
values
Fearful as he steps
from "The Beast"
Relief the crowd is
happy
like me
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Dragonfly
Mindful Stone Day 20
Staring at the stained glass dragonfly,
I recall the time one became
caught in the garage light
As it bounced around wildly
I screamed to try to coach it back out
to no avail
Praying it would live until I got help
I found my neighbor home
Rushing to the rescue with ladder
he removed the cover to the light
We both cheered as it
returned to its universe
As if its life was my own.
Staring at the stained glass dragonfly,
I recall the time one became
caught in the garage light
As it bounced around wildly
I screamed to try to coach it back out
to no avail
Praying it would live until I got help
I found my neighbor home
Rushing to the rescue with ladder
he removed the cover to the light
We both cheered as it
returned to its universe
As if its life was my own.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Windy Wakefield's Eyes
Mindful Stone Day 19
"I am Windy Wakefield's eyes"
She is blind
He tells her of the world
leaving out the ugliness
An old song
A constant wish
Not to know the ugliness
in which we live
"I am Windy Wakefield's eyes"
She is blind
He tells her of the world
leaving out the ugliness
An old song
A constant wish
Not to know the ugliness
in which we live
Introspection on Aloneness
I am posed with the question, "What would happen if you stopped busying yourself and were just alone with your thoughts?" I realize I multitask so as to be unable to completely focus on one thing fully. Why can't I just watch television without also playing a game? I know why when I ponder. It leaves me open to hearing my thoughts. When horror still leaks through, it's easy to want to not listen. But it also blocks internal conversation that would help me. It keeps me from moving next to my husband who also occupies his time dually while watching television. Are we avoiding being close? We like being close yet both have avoidance techniques. We talk. It's okay to not do anything except sit with each other and share something we enjoy...a movie or favorite show. I also have a silent fear of losing my mind if I just stop using it.
Friday, January 18, 2013
The Thaw
Small Stone Day 18
Thoughts set in stone
melt like icicles in my mind
releasing possibilities
Thoughts set in stone
melt like icicles in my mind
releasing possibilities
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Dilated World
Elements
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Surrender
Mindful Stone Day 15
A moment comes when "should"
becomes "desire" or "want"
The unending battle in the mind "to do"
ceases
and surrender sets in
"To do" becomes complacent...even
peaceful..."done"
and the mind can rest a bit
before the next wave of forced motivation
begins to take hold
I had one of those moments today
A moment comes when "should"
becomes "desire" or "want"
The unending battle in the mind "to do"
ceases
and surrender sets in
"To do" becomes complacent...even
peaceful..."done"
and the mind can rest a bit
before the next wave of forced motivation
begins to take hold
I had one of those moments today
Monday, January 14, 2013
Not Quite Flying
Mindful Stone Day 14
Not quite flying
Not quite floating
Moving on wheels cautiously
Roller skates at 60
but who's counting?
Pink wheels and smiles
A trusting hand to hold onto
circling the track in the store.
Not quite the wind in my hair
but surely a moment to cherish.
Not quite flying
Not quite floating
Moving on wheels cautiously
Roller skates at 60
but who's counting?
Pink wheels and smiles
A trusting hand to hold onto
circling the track in the store.
Not quite the wind in my hair
but surely a moment to cherish.
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