Going to get all crazy on WP

9:10 am (Eastern time)

Reading over Facebook Memories, lol 😝 and noticed a post from February 10, 2012. Sometimes Facebook can be a blessing. Yes?

9:19 am (Eastern time)

Share past post and wrote an epilogue:

Not sure I ever finished these thoughts on RISK… funny how my mom continually told me i was a mess. Who made me this way? Scatter brained. What i call creative. Whirling leaf on the wind… but get me on the dance floor! 🤣💙🕊🎶 Never too late to consider this RISK of searching out who i am. Slowly the picture is becoming clear…beginning to figure me out!! My mom never understood me. Not sure she tried.

9:41 am (Eastern time)

I never posted follow up thoughts to RISK because i lost focus. Was thrown back into the wind and was caught up in the chaos around me. I juggle an impossible six things at once… oh! I feel for Alice.

My goal this week, if any one cares, is to focus on RISK. It will be a challenge as there is much going on behind-the-scenes.

Moving from Indianapolis to Boston means packing, updating the house to sell, going on interviews, and helping my daughter graduate high school.

Moving means all my writing room is packed away and all my posts are being constructed on my phone. Not the most ideal platform, but i keep tapping away.

Moving itself is a risk. So much unknown but i have never felt stronger to journey forward. This turning point is an adventure into the unknown. I am quite excited if you care to know. Banish the naysayers once and for all!

9:48 am ( Eastern time)

I have risked opening up but I welcome it. I was fearful of the voices. I fought and found courage. Confidence is back.

I continue to write. I risk it all. My reputation. People i love exposed.

9:59 am (Eastern)

I shudder at risk. It is cold and feels nothing for me. Risk is bold and i am small in comparison. But i rise to the challenge. I crack open again. Both to release the venom and soak up the water spilled from the sky. I am a walking desert afraid to cry. I have been on this horse running from terror and now terror invites me in.

moods

moods
suckle at the base
of a tensioned neck
that sits atop a weary body
that bends to the thoughts inside,
the monsters hide
fearing the smile that resides
somewhere on the outside.

lounging in this state
granting the moods -direct my fate
i pray time will disipate
the anguish and guilt and hate.

Into the Woods

Escape
walking into the woods
I sense rejection
open spaces offer freedom.
Travel forward

into the unknown
possibilities offering
encounters never happening
on a path safely groomed.
Looking backward

is a teacher marking
“you had traveled here
and nothing will be found
but morsels of despair.”
Presently

a calf musing
posturing moose keeping watch
standing still in silence
Thoreau’s “The Maine Woods”.
You have come to do no harm.

 

 

Spoken

Sunday morning poetry. Church; my words, spoken to me, shared lovingly to and with you. Second chance to make it right every Sunday for a year. Valentine’s Day today.

Don’t ever forget I love you.
For a moment and a day
you are the lover
I wait for in every particular way.
Not for the world to understand
or solely for your sake
not strictly for our pleasure
but my chance to be awake.
Sitting on a park bench
holding hands before the crowd
who singly walk past
thinking I understand their unconscious thoughts out loud.
We are forever
marking our place in this world
that I wouldn’t have in any other fashion
even if I could.