One Perfect Sunday

One Perfect Sunday Morning
is slowly unfolding.
Everything in proper place for a glorious day.
There is something about the rhythm of Sundays
Peaceful and Plentiful.
Let's give thanks for small miracles
and waking up on the best side of the bed!

silly one

Today I am wishing the wish
dreaming the dream
letting myself be as big as a bean
I'm hopping and jumping
and running through hoops
I'm happy and slappy
and've already cleaned up poop.
It's Friday and silly and squishy at best
It's sunny
I love that
I had a good rest
I'm thinking bout coffee
I'm thinking bout lunch
I'm feeling a breeze blow in the door a whole bunch
It's wonderful times here on ave cocoanut
but the computer off I will shut
and that rhymed about as much as my butt

hot chili

hmmmmmm
here I am
choosing to write in red.
bold type
I am ready
I am here
I have a bowl full of chili heating in the microwave
It is beeping and ready to be eaten
I am hungry
I think I'll go eat it
because it keeps beeping at me

from lumps of clay

I have 3 new goddess friends
they sit upon my window
under the purple bulb of knowing that twirls and hangs in the sun
They just showed up from lumps of clay
came into form for me
I gave them honor in a special place
I love them
everytime I look up in the window I see them and they remind me that they are there
always
watching
knowing
holding space for me
everything is different now
their presence is constant
and comforting
and oh so
very
real

So There

Oh Yes
I am so there
riding high today
yesterday I had to pause, say SHIFT
from grumpy and worry.
I actually made myself smile, and sing and it worked!
I shifted
I changed the thought pattern
I did not surrender to a shitty day
I became happiness
I squeezed it out of wherever it would come.
It really is a freaking choice.
I've said it a gazilliuon times
but yesterday
it went into practice
that is what I am talking about
not just "getting it" intellectually but putting that knowledge into action
and it is hard work
....there it is...the hard work
oh, I love it when thoughts gel like that
so anyway...where was I...
oh, yes...putting the knowledge into action and actually enforcing the ideas and concepts
it is hard work but it is incredibly freeing
and really makes you feel like you have wings
huge empowerment
like the bird...the soaring
after the crazy hard flapping of the wings...the soaring happens...
wow, I am so happy about this
that's what this time is for
ahhhhh
I'm going for my walk over the bridge to hang in the stratusfere.
nice
very nice

Monday morning spew

Good Morning
bright and cool
A Monday....full of to-do's
a list...not so long
not so imperative
just there to fill the hours
pass the time
make me feel productive
rolling forward into the next adventure
the next saga, next drama
unsure of where to go
what to do
who to be.....naaaaa
I'm just figuring out how to be where I am
to know that I am doing enough
of exactly what is needed of me.
Relaxing into happiness
and ready for whatever hardwork shows up
but only if it fills me
only if it is exciting
only if it is worth the energy that I carry around.
You see.... that is precious
the gift
I feel a duty to spend it with great intention
not out of any obligation
or feeling of should.
I am no good to anyone else if I am not filled up
tall with bright yellow light
and I am the only one in charge of how that goes
how it rolls
how it takes form in this space
back and forth
back and forth back and forth
my internal tennis match
I will try to stop it.
it is exhausting and long and boring and not even entertaining
although I suppose it is giving me some good exersize.
All of a sudden I am aware that you are reading this... hmmm wonder what it is coming out like...cause it blows through me so fast and without processing.
I guess that is one of the first steps...to letting that authentic self flow...like rapids and trust that no one is going to drown.
That's a big block for a Monday morning...maybe I'm just procrstinating
the list is just in front of me.
waiting to be crossed off.
happy week to you all

Sunday Morning Evolved

The ease of Sunday.
happy scones warm from the oven
tea in tiny tea cups
singing around the table
each of us present
knowing that this time is special
thinking only of that circle we have created
around our sweet family table.