On the Menu for Today
Warm raspberry bowl with a crunchy twist: 1/2 cup of whole oats with almond milk. A dash of golden syrup, frozen raspberries to melt and almond flakes.
Blueberry Crunch Smoothie: Frozen blueberries, frozen strawberries, Greek yogurt, protein powder & 1/2 cup of granola.
Food for the mind: 7 habits of highly effective people- Today’s Advice: Stay present in everything you do. Do not focus on the end result as your present life will suffer for it.
This is coming from a girl who used to be a size 18 and is now a size 10. Losing weight is so hard, both mentally and physically. For years I hated shopping because I could never wear what I wanted to wear. Now I love clothes!
I’ve read countless self help books that state: the key to feeling good is looking good and finding your own style. I seem to be going for the 1950’s teacher look. I have all these pearl necklaces lying around and I never wear them. They really do change the nature of your look and make you feel a bit glamorous. Brands include: Zara, Valley Girl, Tokito & Forcast.
I open my eyes to angels crying
grieving as the Dawn breaks
I rest my hand upon their shoulder
and am showered with surprised expressions
“you can see us?” one whispers in a raspy breath
“I suppose I’m finally awake” I smile
The vain outpouring of grief
speaks to me in silhouette songs
Outlines fully formed
an empty shadow hides
Show me the colours
of a loved one lost
and I will paint you a picture
of loved ones found
I have scars that only strawberries can fix
Big, fat, juicy ones that I picked myself
when your scent hits my nose
For it knows the cuts I bare
and promises to be gentle
Don’t follow me into the garden
This one I planted for myself
Peppermint tea and Poppies
Longing looks and blue eyes
Feathered hats of birds I can’t describe
The sound of each sip-
a soft vibration of delicate lips
Pink rouge stained tea cup
The overlapping pattern of a thin mouth
that has sipped over and over again,
seeking the cool singe
of Peppermint residue
on the back of a quivering throat.
Smell the sultry wave of caramelized sugar
as it sweetens the warm autumn air
Inhale and you will have found
without the concept of time
to make you weep at the thought
that this afternoon pleasure shall end.
Peppermint tea and Poppies
and no more longing for things that don’t exist,
for all beautiful things must eventually end.
You said it and it stayed
and there it did remain
playing out for always
like a movie marathon
And all I wanted was to read you, a poem of forgiveness
Perhaps this is the poem you were always meant to hear
I forgive you
you did not know
how the weeds would grow
and suffocate the flowers
that wanted to bloom
And when they piled on the dirt
and that putrid smell rose
it filled my nostrils and escaped my eyes
till all i could see was the disgust outside
I think it was meant to be this way
I’ve made friends with the weeds
and forgotten about the flowers
there are trees
that line blue rivers
which house secrets inside
Swim with me now
and I know I will not drown
You have kept me afloat
of this I have no doubt
and so once more-
I forgive you because,
despite it all
it is you,
who I adore
Hope will find me on the edge of a knife
sliding down the blunt side
not out of luck
but because I chose to evade the sharp edge
of what would surely be my end
and when I land Hope will say-
“You’re better suited dancing on spoons”
Never again will I be beaten, by the drums of my own melancholy.
I will whistle while I walk,
For the day has too much wonderful mystery, hidden within its circular walls.
And if the day should bite and disappoint me,
tomorrow will always have a different door.
Do not break these tectonic plates beneath my feet,
they were meant for me.
I think that I was born this way,
to always sway
and never truly stand.
Like a soldier
I see the 60 sign and yet I go 40
I drag behind the bus and follow it,
wherever it may go.
I said it
Not Hungry Jacks
because I see you now on the corner
and the sting of swelling spit in my open mouth says “feed me”
I turn the corner going 40
The grocery line of cars angrily honk all the way to the horizon
I don’t know what they expected from a Tuesday afternoon
I think they’d be happy with my always 40
Why do we honk at standing still?
Why do we curse the calm before the storm?
What makes the reckoning so appealing?
Does it really take a rubble to bring the Dawn?
I think I’ll stay at 40
and eat a bloody burger while I’m at it
and I will smile, a big juicy smile
and watch as they go 100 in a 60 zone.