Poetry.

How I wish I could surrender my soul
Shed the clothes that become my skin
See the liar that burns within my needing
How I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold
How I wish I had screamed out loud
Instead I’ve found no meaning

I guess it’s time I run far, far away, find comfort in pain
All pleasure’s the same, it just keeps me from trouble
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble
It’s more than just words, it’s just tears and rain

How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind
Hold memory close at hand
Help me understand the years
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell
How I wish I would save my soul
I’m so cold from fear

I guess it’s time I run far, far away, find comfort in pain
All pleasure’s the same, it just keeps me from trouble
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble
Far, far away, find comfort in pain
All pleasure’s the same, it just keeps me from trouble
It’s more than just words, it’s just tears and rain

Oh
Tears and rain
Oh
Tears and rain

Far, far away, find comfort in pain
All pleasure’s the same, it just keeps me from trouble
It’s more than just words
It’s just tears and rain

~ James Blunt

5/3/20

Two things.

  1. Aw guys, seriously, I’m okay. I’m just sharing with you what is in my head (well actually what is in my heart or that space that I picture about 2 feet underneath the floor when I lie on it during savasana that is filled sometimes with a glaxay, sometimes with a meadow, and always with peace and strength). Ya, I guess it is weird to do that on the interweb. You bet. But, here’s the thing, I think this world needs more authenticity. I think we need to remember who we are. I think that most of us either a) have no idea who we are or b) are too afraid to show who we are or c) both. If my seemingly insane rantings can inspire just one person, maybe my daughter in 10 years, to unabashedly stand in her own space, be proud of it, and feel love in it, then that’s what we are here for. I have always thought these thoughts. I have always mused this way. I’ve just never told you before. It is fascinating that that makes you uncomfortable isn’t it. Maybe that is why it’s taken me 42 years to be able to do it right? How many other people around you are holding back? What would it be like if they didn’t? Why do we find difficult conversations and complex feelings uncomfortable? How is that serving us?
  2. Advocacy and bias. How do you achieve moving through life without self interest or bias? How do you know when you are advocating for the actual right thing? How do you remove yourself from the equation? If the whole world is a movie spun through our individual filters then where is the truth? To care or not to care. Is shying away cowardice or wisdom? Must the wheel always be squeaky to get the grease? Must you play the game? Will I ever know the answers?

Namaste.

Trite time: current smoothie.

Since we returned from Nica and jumped on the Covid treadmill I’ve been consuming the same smoothie most days and always lament it when I don’t.

Don’t ask me why I chose the ingredients, but they work for me.

Don’t ask me why I’m telling you the ingredients, but I am.

Next year when I scroll through this from my perch over the Pacific I hope to chuckle at that time I was convinced a smoothie was getting me through.

The Isolation:

  • coconut water
  • moringa
  • 4 dates
  • small palm-ful of sesame seeds
  • small palm-full of pepitas
  • small palm-full of goji berries
  • teaspoon of ashwaganda
  • teaspoon full of either chaga or reishi or moonjuice dust
  • half a portion of vega protein powder or less (honestly people, if we do one thing in 2020, can we please get over the protein obsession)
  • frozen banana
  • frozen cherries
  • frozen pineapple
  • frozen strawberries
  • enough water to make it blend

It’s got me through many a long workday and many a long thinking day. Now you know. ha!

5/1/2020

We walked. It hurt. It’s okay.

We found a nice orange boy, sleeping in the woods. I think maybe it’s Mikey’s kitty cat. I’ll send Scott to fetch him.

Of course the music lifted.

This requires headphones and chose the Spotify track:

“Preacher was talking there’s a sermon he gave
He said every man’s conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it’s you who must keep it satisfied
It ain’t easy to swallow it sticks in the throat
She gave her heart to the man in the long black coatThere are no mistakes in life some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way
But people don’t live or die people just float
She went with the man in the long black coat”

And this whole album:

Off to the office, have a good one.