did i delete tweets in my sleep?
quite possible
with the secrets
that i keep.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
rives
just so you know
my weird mind wanders
and my brave heart breaks.
i've nailed some milestones
but i
make
mistakes.
i've got more faults
than a map of california earthquakes.
i'm taking a nap beneath your covers.
wake me
if you like me.
wake me
if you want me.
wake me
if you need another poem.
your once and future lover
has made himself at home.
my weird mind wanders
and my brave heart breaks.
i've nailed some milestones
but i
make
mistakes.
i've got more faults
than a map of california earthquakes.
i'm taking a nap beneath your covers.
wake me
if you like me.
wake me
if you want me.
wake me
if you need another poem.
your once and future lover
has made himself at home.
A look within
Have you ever looked
in to the windows of an ambulance
when the siren is not on
but the back is lit up.
There is someone on a stretcher
and someone sitting over them
holding something
testing something
trusting everything.
There is a life being saved
fears being settled
tears being dried.
A life being saved
while you drive to catch dinner.
A miracle happening
in front of your eyes.
You will miss it
if you don't notice.
You will miss life
if you don't save it.
in to the windows of an ambulance
when the siren is not on
but the back is lit up.
There is someone on a stretcher
and someone sitting over them
holding something
testing something
trusting everything.
There is a life being saved
fears being settled
tears being dried.
A life being saved
while you drive to catch dinner.
A miracle happening
in front of your eyes.
You will miss it
if you don't notice.
You will miss life
if you don't save it.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Disclaimer.
People I know feel like they're snooping
when they read my blog.
My mom has it bookmarked,
but feels like she shouldn't read it.
But
That's why I write1.
So you'll read1.
1Title of my Blog.
when they read my blog.
My mom has it bookmarked,
but feels like she shouldn't read it.
But
That's why I write1.
So you'll read1.
1Title of my Blog.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Stepped off the path
Feb 13 Tweet:
why, at the end of the last class of my #yoga immersion program, after 4 yrs of yoga, did i think "im leaving this practice" #concerned4:52 PM Feb 13th via mobile web
turns out, i really did turn my back on my yoga practice right then.
i had that thought. ignored it. pretended there was no way it would end up true.
it's ended up true.
i realized there are a lot of things happening in my life that i'm not in love with.
and i realized they all began the same time i stepped off my yoga mat.
the answer? seems obvious.
it's living the answer(s) that's challenging.
i'm a bit lost.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Here. This way.
chakras and yoga.
my path right now.
its interesting.
the two people most closely linked to those concepts in my head
are two people
my heart would like my head to forget about.
but during my 3-hour yoga workshop called
-experiencing your chakras through yoga-
i was shown the resolution.
forgetting about them
simply wont happen.
so in that case
forgetting about them
is not what i will do.
my path right now.
its interesting.
the two people most closely linked to those concepts in my head
are two people
my heart would like my head to forget about.
but during my 3-hour yoga workshop called
-experiencing your chakras through yoga-
i was shown the resolution.
forgetting about them
simply wont happen.
so in that case
forgetting about them
is not what i will do.
.....
i got on this journey.
my first step was yoga.
him.
my second step was my chakras. kundalini.
other him.
they each held out their hand
saying "here. this way."
love
not direction.
i'm glad my hand was open
to grab theirs.
i'm glad my hand was open
to let go.
and i'm glad my heart is open
to remember.
my first step was yoga.
him.
my second step was my chakras. kundalini.
other him.
they each held out their hand
saying "here. this way."
love
not direction.
i'm glad my hand was open
to grab theirs.
i'm glad my hand was open
to let go.
and i'm glad my heart is open
to remember.
....
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