Weather Woman

Thoughts are clogging up my brain chamber. And this is different then feelings pecking away at my heart strings. I am thinking critically and independently and finding solitude to soften and sooth as soon as it hits the back of my throat. My tin of tea has never been so empty.
It is coming together and because I know this, the mass of mind clouds in my noggin’ are okay to be there. The forecast ahead is the future I am wanting to be in and under. And beside myself I will be happy to be, because I have located a serenity within.

I begin building with my Weatherwoman tools.

Reality and Perspective

I don’t always understand what I see but reality has a quality that can blind us, thwart us or call us beautiful.And the real cool magical spice behind that is, our reality is largely based on our very own perspective. Our angle determines what shapes and sizes we see. There are positions we choose to be in and ones we don’t have control over,  and what we have decided or not decided to be within us, is where our view becomes what the reality is.

When I think of reality I think of conditioned hair with the ability to choose our own shampoo. We are a product of our past, conditioned to our experiences. But it does not mean we cannot outgrow, differ or tweak what we were ‘supposed’ to believe in. We can change our type of shampoo.We are all hairdressers even if we’re bald. I’m not one nor am I,  but I do understand my hair.

Our perspective on reality gets more realer the more we invest on learning the whys and the hows of individuals and situations.
We can align with the core of us, and recognize that everyone else has a core too, and by putting forth effort in having more experiences that differ, the more perspective we have.

We gloom , we glee, we get closer to a bigger reality.

 

Our Potential

How many of us are living under our full capacity?
To be operating on medium rare at best. Our cylinders are caked with crud, our creativity pails filled with hardened paint.Who brings you down? What is?
Are we with people that lack the appreciation you desire? That don’t meet you where your 100% begins?
And we know it. I think really deep down we know that the siphoning is happening and our potential is 9 miles out

Aside from all that, and besides the upsides to offsides, I haven’t been drunk in 12 days.

Spread your wings and grow with it.
In growing, you’ll find access to the confidence, the tools, and all the necessary components to changing your status from half living you, to full.

Baun Step

It swallowed me whole
that afternoon in mid May
My teeth sunk into twisting purpose,

like those freckles displaying
Mays’ confidence.
The sun like summer
coming in early.

We wrestled with the tender idea that
maybe after all of this,
we weren’t going to be anything but another month
in the line up to December.

 

 

Tree of Subsistence

Wood curves around my spine
the knots in my back tie me up
into this brittle ringed museum
that have my existence on a stand.
Cold, harsh, lighting in this soft, warm place
the contrast meet, collecting power on instant
storming onto my branches and roots

I greet strength and I grow
branches touching clear walls
My automatic tendencies uncoil me
into long lengths of reality
so pure that I am exhausted
at the beginning of the day.
I am filled, I am stilled
I am in a glass case.

 

Finally this Fire

I built a fire of gusto
shaved my legs
and told myself I’d wait.

I climbed a tulip
named my breath Beauty,
and claimed I knew my fate.

By the start of the hour,
I’d shown eager my power
and built my garden of roses.

I dug deep into dirt,
placed Beauty inside
and waited for morning to come.

I stood on branches of wind
grew warmth with the heat,
and saw I had
forever won.

For when morning came
I had fate by the hand,
skin as smooth as your land,
and breath that breathed

finally,
a fire of love.

Finding it Difficult to Do

I think one of the toughest things I’ll find in the next few months is doing.
Doing what I know I need to. Doing what I’m telling myself and what I’m telling people. They are the same thing but I can feel it wavering when I’m speaking it outloud to someone.
As if, I don’t really believe that I’m going to do it.
It’s so easy to fall back into the ways I knew.

Maybe I am expecting this to come naturally, because my desire for it is big enough.
But I think I’m slowly understanding that it’s not an overnight or a month change.
Lifestyles don’t just happen. They end up being lifestyles because of consecutive days that hold consistency.

Babies and Baby Animals

Unlike other animals, babies don’t see danger.
They will repeatedly fall off the bed. They will try and suck on pennies and reach for knives. They will put bugs in their mouth and fall down the stairs.

Why are they built like that?

To me, it is so that the parent or care-taker, has to be around. It is our human nature to want to prevent bad things happening to our children and if all our babies knew what not to do when it came to danger, that’d make for a smaller amount of time around them. The nurturing process would be less involved and perhaps that bond wouldn’t be as strong.

Animals are different.
Baby Cubs know to get away from a tiger. They know they can’t fly so they don’t jump off cliffs. Certain types of fish know they can’t swim at a depth beyond 100 metres-so they don’t swim deeper than that.

Everyday I watch my baby learn.
But no matter how many times he rolls off the bed, he will continue to do it.
Even though he does not understand it or realise it, that is why I am there.
I am not only wanted, I am needed.
And that is a pretty darn special feeling!