Plantetic

Gridlocked richable;plateau paired with pineapple. Flavour sprung to the strung out planets. All popped up along the circle horizon. I’ll taste the confetti from the sun, piece together the cheese that falls from the moon. I’ll even drink the wine from a glass.

Kind Gesture

A man and I were walking towards the Tim Hortons doors. He got there before me and stepped around the door, holding it open and waited till I got closer. Thank you my teeth grin and sometimes there is the second door and I’m already thinking of it when I see him do the first door spin thing. So I pull the handle on the second door and I step aside and hold it wide and I look up at him because my shoes aren’t as interesting as someone I’ve looked in the eyes not more then once, and he slow moes in my head as his eyes crinkle out his smile and the look of trained hesitancy follows suit even though he’s wearing steel toed boots and a grey streaked pullover. I almost think he’s going to swear out a thank you, his gleam looks that excited.
He enters the store and he steps aside, and turns to me and says, ” You go ahead’, and my heart chuckles and I do step ahead.
I order. He orders shortly after at the next cashier. Maybe the employees had to go to the grocery store to get the bacon for my order.I ordered two things. His order is done before mine and his hands have 7 different cups as he is headed towards the exit. I slant forward quickly and I push that exit door open and I swing around with fresh, and I look him in the eyes and I say ” I don’t need the last laugh, I prefer the last kindness. Now you go and distribute.” And there are smiles the size of the Grand Canyon as we walk our way out of each other’s physical realm.

Little big smalls to take across the board of your day.

Delight

Well if I was the rainbow dressed in feathers and glue, I’d probably stick up for the gold, and undo a shoe.
It always happens like this, getting the quotes in up for sale. People making money off starting a trail.

I delight in a lot of my own being, but what happens when I realize it’s too little of you-ing and too much of me-ing.

There’s a balance to be kept, to keep the raft afloat, but do I dip too far forward and forget that I have hope?

Don’t mind me, but do. I am the type of person that’ll find your niche and your canoe. I know waves and I know water, teach me your swim and I’ll call you father.

Give Your Gift

Let us lean into the uncomfortability. That vulnerability that each of us possess but yet often times do not activate or display. We are afraid of showing each other who we are.

Consider a present you are so excited to give someone. Whether you had to save four months to purchase it, or it took you six weeks to make. Think of that feeling. What if we felt the same way when we give the gift of who we are, to other people? Give your gift, the gift that only you can.

Mind Fluff

I drove to just sit on a back road somewhere outside of town. Different space under my car wheels has the wheels in my head spin differently.

If its your own horn why wouldn’t you toot it?

Do you ever get overwhelmed by your childs’ spine?

What a difference between people that set down their coffee to answer the door and people who bring it with them.

What a raw, beautiful process of development. Curing with time, having the resemblance of loose unconscious patience. We can wait, because we know it will be.