Watching the Donna Eden DVDs is both inspiring and daunting(so much work to do!.
Lots of hope - especially considering she used to be SO SICK!!!
Now she's amazingly vibrant.
Jan 28, 2009
Jan 25, 2009
Same Old, Same Old
Not many words in me today.
Just many feelings.
Hard to express
Inexpressible
try anyhow
Ache, lonely, yearning, emptiness, sad, tired, same old same old
over and
over and
over again.
How many YEARS of
I'M SICK OF IT!
So frustrated with self!
ENOUGH!
But how to change?
HOW?
Just many feelings.
Hard to express
Inexpressible
try anyhow
Ache, lonely, yearning, emptiness, sad, tired, same old same old
over and
over and
over again.
How many YEARS of
no exercise
no eat well
no drink enough water
no meditate
no move forward.
no eat well
no drink enough water
no meditate
no move forward.
I'M SICK OF IT!
So frustrated with self!
ENOUGH!
But how to change?
HOW?
Jan 23, 2009
More Migraine
traded one side for the other
at least this one's not as bad
This pain has teeth.
Dull, gnawing away at my head.
No wonder people kill themselves if they can't get relief.
tell me
your name (pain)
what makes you tick?
Something drives you - life of your own
Remove the source of your fuel
and will you wind down to a stop?
_____
please note - I do get relief from my migraines - this poem was expressing my feelings - no need to worry that I'm suicidal - just was thinking about hearing of migraine sufferers being at higher risk for suicide.
:)
at least this one's not as bad
This pain has teeth.
Dull, gnawing away at my head.
No wonder people kill themselves if they can't get relief.
tell me
your name (pain)
what makes you tick?
Something drives you - life of your own
Remove the source of your fuel
and will you wind down to a stop?
_____
please note - I do get relief from my migraines - this poem was expressing my feelings - no need to worry that I'm suicidal - just was thinking about hearing of migraine sufferers being at higher risk for suicide.
:)
Jan 22, 2009
Quiet Evening
quiet
drifting languid evening
napping cats
soft tick of clock
a gentle time of day
Somewhere,
a hawk roosts in the dark.
Squirrels tuck their little paws
into their dried leaf nests.
Raccoons venture out
in hopes of an early snack.
drifting languid evening
napping cats
soft tick of clock
a gentle time of day
Somewhere,
a hawk roosts in the dark.
Squirrels tuck their little paws
into their dried leaf nests.
Raccoons venture out
in hopes of an early snack.
Labels:
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Smell Invasion
Smell
has invaded my home
my safe space... isn't.
I must make
a safe space
within myself
that I can carry
wherever I go.
How?
has invaded my home
my safe space... isn't.
I must make
a safe space
within myself
that I can carry
wherever I go.
How?
Jan 21, 2009
Migraine Transformation
Light hurts
sound hurts
movement hurts
the pulse of blood through my body
hurts.
There is no escape but sleep
and all this pain make sleep
elusive.
Once the pain is finally gone,
I feel reborn!
Nervous and fearful at first
lest any sudden move
or bright light
bring back the pain
but as time passes
and I believe I am safe,
I feel both exhausted
and very alive.
Newly alive.
For those few days,
my entire world was pain.
My very self consumed. Dead to the world.
Such a relief then, a joy,
to find I still exist.
sound hurts
movement hurts
the pulse of blood through my body
hurts.
There is no escape but sleep
and all this pain make sleep
elusive.
Once the pain is finally gone,
I feel reborn!
Nervous and fearful at first
lest any sudden move
or bright light
bring back the pain
but as time passes
and I believe I am safe,
I feel both exhausted
and very alive.
Newly alive.
For those few days,
my entire world was pain.
My very self consumed. Dead to the world.
Such a relief then, a joy,
to find I still exist.
Jan 19, 2009
Wisdom of Nature
Doves sitting calmly in the tree
tell me neither falcon nor hawk
are nearby
The wisdom of nature
abounds
even in the city
Watch for it
Listen
Feel
Know
The animals, plants and trees
have not forgotten
the deep, primal truths
This feel to the air tells of snow,
this one of rain or drought.
No clocks are needed to know the 'time'...
the seasons unfold perfectly even in the absence of calendars.
A hundred little signs speak of changes to come.
Be aware.
Tune in.
What is nature saying today?
Gentle wind
grey skies
snow sifting, drifting softly down
A day for burrowing down
into nest or den
for fluffing up feathers
and conserving heat
Bigger flakes now
faster wind
A good time
for a warm drink.
tell me neither falcon nor hawk
are nearby
The wisdom of nature
abounds
even in the city
Watch for it
Listen
Feel
Know
The animals, plants and trees
have not forgotten
the deep, primal truths
This feel to the air tells of snow,
this one of rain or drought.
No clocks are needed to know the 'time'...
the seasons unfold perfectly even in the absence of calendars.
A hundred little signs speak of changes to come.
Be aware.
Tune in.
What is nature saying today?
Gentle wind
grey skies
snow sifting, drifting softly down
A day for burrowing down
into nest or den
for fluffing up feathers
and conserving heat
Bigger flakes now
faster wind
A good time
for a warm drink.
Labels:
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nature,
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poetry,
prose,
prose poem,
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writing
no flow while typing
trying to flow while typing.
but it really just isn't working so I've given up again.
back to the good old pen and paper.
I wonder if the earlier patterns and pathways forged in my brain are more intact than later ones?
Perhaps they were deeper, more permanent -
having been travelled over and over and over again.
If so,
in theory,
I should type MORE
not less.
But I don't want to.
Especially since I have problems with my arms lately.
but it really just isn't working so I've given up again.
back to the good old pen and paper.
I wonder if the earlier patterns and pathways forged in my brain are more intact than later ones?
Perhaps they were deeper, more permanent -
having been travelled over and over and over again.
If so,
in theory,
I should type MORE
not less.
But I don't want to.
Especially since I have problems with my arms lately.
Empty is not the right word... but it is
such a strange
empty space
to be in
empty space
to be in
the words
allon
one side
the means to
express them
on
the other
on
the other
and I
in
the middle
empty
I cannot find
the -
ironically, even this -
it's like -
so empty
-------------------
Empty is the right word but it doesn't make sense.
In fact, I am so full of thoughts, ideas, feelings
but all the..
the -
connecting bits don't work
A tempest rages in my mind
All of the pieces are still there
the things, stuff, ___?___, that held them together coherently feels
torn apart by the wind, rain
What is the wind?
If the storm eased,
would the words draw together again fluidly like before?
Or are the pathways, connections damaged beyond repair?
Only time will tell
and
despite outward appearances
I and
despite outward appearances
am
NOT
patient
Jan 18, 2009
short circuit between brain and hand
Hard, cold words
crisp against the page
"A poem a day"
short circuit between
brain and hand
makes this much harder than expected.
Frugality of words appeals
thoughts condensed to essence
grief
frustration
envy
bone tired
"Would you wear confidence like a cloak?"
Emphatic, "No!"
"It would be my very bones.
Shoring me up from the INside."
crisp against the page
"A poem a day"
short circuit between
brain and hand
makes this much harder than expected.
Frugality of words appeals
thoughts condensed to essence
grief
frustration
envy
bone tired
"Would you wear confidence like a cloak?"
Emphatic, "No!"
"It would be my very bones.
Shoring me up from the INside."
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