New Beginnings

The reemergence of light;
Unexpected rain washed away stale energy.
Baptized in gratitude and ready to welcome new beginnings.

Balancing Act:

Decipher the undone;
Prioritize by passion;
Release the rest.

Release: Yoga

Dropping to my mat;
A pool of water, not from sweat, but tears;
I don’t usually cry in yoga.

Outter Space

Contained in my personal bubble;

Surrounded by crying babies at the “Happiest Place on Earth.”

Stand by for 2 hours;

Fast pass into space.

A mountain of fun!

Disney Day 1

Lack if sleep;

Early alarm;

Starbucks ASAP:

Look out Mickey, I’m coming your way!

Sunday

Yoga;

Opera;

Party at Disneyland!

Balance

Patty melt and French fries;

Yoga;

All is well in my world.

Thanksgiving Aftermath:

Tummy full of turkey;
Heart full of gratitude;
Soul satisfied.

Stuffed:

Our mats were touching;
Sweaty bodies getting downward dog.
Sculpting our bodies in preparation for the day ahead.
Lifting weights in hopes that we won't gain weight. . .
Wait? Isn't that what Thanksgiving is all about?
Grateful for my family, friends, and health.
. . .and carbs! Plenty of carbs!

Six Word Essay on Holiday Shopping (before) Black Friday:

Pajama clade, selecting sizes on Amazon!

Six Word Essay on Rewrites:

There isn’t a thesaurus large enough.

Let's Do This!

My mind, body, and spirit are ready to “unplug” for the holidays;
But my career requires work!
I open up my laptop and dive in.
The creative process demands action.

Fireplace Nap

Cozied by the amber heat;
A puppy in my lap and a glass of wine on the coffee table.
I doze off dreaming of Thanksgiving dinner; I love food.
The cheesy Christmas movie plays in the background:
The holidays are here!

Breathe

When confronted by pain, fear, anxiety, or someone else’s judgement:
Breathe.
Send that energy out with the release of every breath; return to the present.

Break The Cycle

I body shame, because I shame eat.
I shame eat when I allow the present to be less important than the past or future; neither of which are here.
A walking coma—stress plays a major role when I allow it to dictate my path.
Awake, I see the journey clearly in front of me:
One step at a time.

Try Harder

Talking in circles, saying the same thing, and still misunderstanding;
Anger, frustration, and sadness:
I don’t want to argue.
Deep breath in, I gather myself, return to the present, and smile in hopes of changing the dynamic.
Continued miscommunication makes me feel depressed.
I miss our lighthearted, joyful adventures.
Defense’s are high; I walk away.
We’ll have to try harder.

Starbucks

Strong grounds;
Texture and rich.
Aroma that reminds me of childhood.
Ready for anything;
Better with caffeine…
Unapologetically addicted.
Coffee is my drugs of choice.
Keep the refills coming!
Seriously, thank you Starbucks.

Orchestra

The harmonious sound!
My character comes to life;
Feeding on the soul of the story.
I float on the melody;
The music is my guide.

One Word On My Mood Tonight:

Bloated.

All Is Well.

Morning cuddle;
Mass;
Starbucks Mint Mocha, and three books from Barnes & Noble;
A two-year-old’s birthday party;
An argument in a car;
Bohemian Rhapsody: The Movie;
Panda Express (because sometimes you should cheat), and puppies by our fire.

Scene Change

Waiting in the wings;
The flats fly-in: I wait.
My entrance is called;
On with the show!

Six Word Essay on Letting Go:

Yesterday is gone; begin anew—now!

Foiled

Woke up with a premeditated for an adventurous day;
devastated—another senseless barrage on innocent Americans, perpetrated by an American.
Mental illness, rage, fear, racism, radicals, extremists, lonely people.
Sinking into my whiskey;
comfort comes with a headache.
An overwhelmed, emotional outburst,
And neglected movie tickets

Goodbye, Friend.

Your effervescent energy and mouth-opened-wide laugh was contagious;
We didn’t always agree on politics, but you always respected my opinion and I yours.
The first to come to my aid in times of need––or just when I needed someone to complain to––you never questioned or judged.
A solid character; full of wit, passion, and creativity.
Your presence will forever be missed, but your spirit and legacy live on in the hearts of every person who had the pleasure of knowing you.
RIP Chuck.

Vote:

Visualize a country without hate, fear, or divisiveness;
Orchestrate change;
Take initiative;
Elect leaders who empower equality and freedom for every America.

Not Getting Sucked In...

The advertisements disguised as news and pop culture information is alluring.
I have too much work to do; I can’t get sucked in.
I force myself to shutdown my Facebook app and open up my Word Doc.
I’m addicted to the 24/7 news and information overload––rather than falling into the dark web––I’m going to write what I know...

Pink; Fall in Love.

An explosion of pink, orange, yellow, and blue;
Fall in LA makes no promise of mounds of orange and yellow leaves scattered around the yard;
It provides something more meaningful:
Love—the sky nourish my soul.

When I Get Older I Promise I Won’t:

Set my smartphone to “speaker” and talk at the top of my lungs in a public place about the medications I’m taking and their reactions…
I get it, you’re tired, old, in pain, and probably cannot hear very well—but why not have that dialogue in the privacy and comfort of your own home?!
Everyone at Starbucks doesn’t need to hear about your nephew’s marital problems either.

Bustle

A symphony of honking horns blaring from the cars stacked waiting for the traffic light to change.  Completely unaware of the film shoot that has the entire street on lockdown.
Business people passing with coffee in one hand and their phones in the other; oblivious to the actors in full creature costumes.
A tourbus full of eager art enthusiasts unfold from the bus and pour into The Broad.
The scene downtown is like any you’d expect in Los Angeles: crazy, chaotic, energetic, and full of life!

Polished

A sea of silver candle sticks and antique collectibles handed down for generations;
Beautifully displayed throughout our house––sitting on shelves collecting dust and tarnishing.
Today, I take on the task of polishing the treasured collection.
Polishing the effects of time: revealing a wonderful shine––the memory of our loved ones!