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.

A Little While

And so it is, with anyone in our lives that stay awhile and go, take something- even if so minuscule. And sometimes when we love them- or even if we don’t- we can hope they took the good. And even if they took the bad, that they will somehow do good with it- if even it is only to understand it.
To be better, having stayed awhile in our life.

Walleting Sake

When you’ve been on hold with a card company for 32 minutes and you go to take a pee and sit on toilet Hello how can i

oh for petes sake

whose pete? why not sam “? or bill?

I just finished making the calls one would do if they bought a plant and walked out to car and put wallet on top of car to insert plant into car and then drive off in car while plant is all chill in the backseat and the wallet is walleting not in my pocket or hands or possession at all.

How goodly human it was of unknown man to drop off at police station and police station man to call me and tell me my wallet had been turned in after being found on the side of the road.

Thanks Sam, or Bill or Pete. If it wasn’t for your sake, my wallet would be kappa zapped gone.

That Rockable Sweet

I was sittin’ in my grandmothers
convenience, her pink rocking chair
next to the kitchen entrance.
She’d hop off that thing
the milky second anyone needed
a toothpick. That chair faced the exact
center of the room.
She had eyes for everyone.
And would rise to greet always,
any approaching.
Even if it meant pulling a child off her lap
or tossing down her tea.
Never understood how it never spilled.