I’ve been writing a lot about career coaching stuff. About what you can do and how I can help. And I believe it. I believe that you are meant to bring out your gifts and touch even more people than you already are.
But I’ve been craving to write about me. About my life. About how life is hard sometimes and how sometimes I don’t know how to make it better.
i walk down the street
and imagine beneath me
people hurtling through space
in metal tin can
pretending to not notice
eachother
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I wait for the bus
in the winter
hands cold
heart warm
back shivering
and the woman beside me
looks me in the eye
I emerge from the cold
understood.
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is freedom
I fly through the air
land on my feet
softly
bounce
into my life
dancing to beyonce
she is my favourite
hope
fills my body
and my soul
but movement
fills my life.
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wildness
anger
sadness
red
green
blue
hearts
open.
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Even as I step away from the possibility of romance
Turning away from the manipulations
Step out
Drawing my strength forward
Step out
And I can still feel desperate
Still need
Still cling
And I can cling to hope
for a simpler life
And consider falling in love with the man with the British accent on the subway
And cling to hope
to someday date a grown up who is inspired by the beauty of simple living
And choose not to date the tennis photographer
who reminds me of Pierre
And I can still cling
to hope.
the sparkle
in the eye
of a single mother
who has fallen
and gotten
back up
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and wine
he speaks with perfect diction
explaining the state of the climate
there are no solutions, he says
turning away
there’s no going back
a heaviness falls over the room
and so we eat more grapes, cheese and wine
great talk! says rich
striding over
eyes bright
his data is impeccable!
what’s the use of speaking
if there is no hope?
what’s the use of data
that spells doom?
I want data that feeds my soul
excites my mind
into drawing new connections
I want data that stirs me up
drives me forward
acting for a better future
I want data that changes the game
turns things upside down
in ways I’d never imagined possible
so I turn away from the wine, cheese, and grapes
away from the doomful data
and step out
into the night.
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I make my home in the mountains
And as autumn falls into winter
I have to use my flashlight to get to dinner
Every evening I walk past the great cedars
Over the bridge
Through the sound of the rushing creek
In the dark.
And last year at this time
As the nights got longer
And the days darker
I felt a lump in my throat begin to form
And I thought about vitamin D pills
And S.A.D. lamps
And Mexico
Something. Anything.
Make it better.
But this year is different.
This year I am able to see the beauty of the stars that watch over my evening meal
And feel the joy of crawling into bed at 6:30 pm to read my book.
All I want to do is retreat.
Hibernate.
I am no longer trying to combat the flow of seasons
I am tuning into nature
And riding her waves.
And as I crawl into the cave of my heart to rest for the winter
I am grateful for this blanket of snow and this blanket of darkness that has come
To protect me.
Until it’s time to emerge and blossom.
Summoned by the Light.
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