Goals and Dreams for 2017

HAPPY

Travel to Southern Illinois in August to view a total solar eclipse

Attend a rock concert (or two) 🙂

Laugh and smile more everyday

Write more poetry (maybe publish a new book?)

Read more books (for enjoyment)

Get together with friends (more often)

Eat healthier foods 

Drink more water and green tea

60 days of PiYo challenge

Sign up for indoor triathlon

Sign up for a 5k or two

Go on long bike rides (for fun)

Call my mother more (at least once a week)

Visit my dad a few times a year

Get creative with my blogs

Clean and wash my vinyl records and place them in new sleeves

Sign up for a class (just for fun and learning)

Clean and organize my closet

Meditate every morning

More yoga practices

Make new friends and hang out more (widen the circle)

Become more open minded

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The Ways I Can Love Myself More

A LIST

 

Daily meditation practice

Taking care of my feet

Spending time making good coffee

Enduring challenging exercises and seeing results in the mirror

Forgiving others and myself

Letting go of friendships that no longer serve me

Taking vitamins and eating healthy

Color in my adult coloring book

Play the guitar more (take lessons)

Save money and travel somewhere new

Laugh at my mistakes

Smile more daily

Observe nature more (the sky, the stars, birds singing and the majestic trees)

Spend time alone without any computers, phones and even music

Go for a walk

Talk to myself in the mirror (daily affirmations)

Compliment myself

Read some poetry

Write a love letter to myself and mail it

Go to bed early

 

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-we ALL need to be kind to ourselves

Unexpected grief

Sharing fantastic news at my birthday party!

Congratulations! You’ll make great parents! 👣

The greatest feeling in the whole wide world!

Experiencing this amazing journey!

Didn’t know if we’d have a boy or girl! 💙💝

Changing diapers and thoughts of snuggling with our future little one on the couch!

Ultrasound excitement was turned upside down. 🙃

That heartbeat anticipation was replaced by a deep tug of sorrow

Smiles and laughter 😄😆 became a sad frown 😧☹️

The shock and the horror overwhelmed us two 😳

Suddenly it was time to say goodbye 😢

Words now turned to “I’m so sorry for you”

So many questions…asking why Why WHY?

It’s pain…full of cries and screams…we are lost 😩

We’ll never forget you baby

Always in our hearts ❤️

Bewildered Existance

This is not intended to be a NEGATIVE poem

Its is merely coming from a place of love……

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A natural observer

Sitting on a bench beside

A brick wall

Strangers passing by

Different colors

Different ideas

It’s who we are

Music dances in the head

No one is the same really

But everyone plays the game

Life is very complicated

There’s no easy way to do it

Not everyone wins in the end

Everyone separates themselves

Getting into their own worlds

Of confusion

To try and figure it out

What is the answer to life?

Or is life even asking questions?

Why do we follow routine?

A course laid down

By the generations before us

Is it safe to feel secure

And have we forgotten about our spirits?

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Things keep getting complicated

We work hard to make things difficult

Destroying land to build chaos

To educate our children devastation

How often is the world silent

With it’s overcrowded streets?

We took our energy and created machinery

The days keep getting shorter

With all this mass destruction

Seems like there’s no time to breath

Build clean energy all around

People need to know one another

To love the earth

To remove their hate

To increase their positive flow of energy

People should appreciate

What’s around them already

Talk of revolution

In this different era

A rebellion against conformity

A resistance towards regulation

A generation brainwashed

Cannot breath

A rat race towards success

Thought control

The minds we know

It must come to an end

Chaos swims throughout the land

An understanding must be explained

Bursting are the words

The thoughts

Which tell of planned deaths

A dying America is what’s foreseen

A negative force

Unnoticed by most

It’s destroying happiness

Something which apparently

This nation was founded on

So tired of the world observed

Divided by hatred, opinions and jealousy

What is the goal of humanity?

To be some place where one can think

Believe in examining your feelings

Why is success measured in such materialistic ways?

Eventually the path doesn’t feel so right

Eventually you just want time to figure your life out

Growing weary racing towards the sun

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Is there a place?

“I am writing now because there is too much going on in my crazy lightening head

There is a lot for me to say

It is important for me to……pause……

Portions should be relevant

Avoid the snowball effect

Respect the choices of other people

Stop feeling guilty about my decisions

Change my perception

Detach the personal feelings

Tap into my cognition for a little bit

Be prepared for something that is real” —Me

Fun Weekend Activity

I have found a new hobby. A brand new weekend obsession. It’s called Geocaching!!! It is a fun outdoor recreational activity, where you use a GPS, iPhone or other navigational techniques like a compass with latitude and longitude coordinates to hide and seek containers, called “geocaches” or “caches.” They are located all over the world. Even in your own backyard.

Most of these caches are small waterproof containers (like a pill bottle) with a tiny logbook shoved inside. Just bring a pen or pencil on the scavenger hunt. The geocacher writes in the date they found it and signs it with their code name. After signing the log, the cache must be placed back exactly where the person found it. Its a good way to get outdoors, go for a hike and bust out the compass and go on a little scavenger hunt. Now that Spring weather is slowly taken over, it just feels good to be outside.

That makes me HAPPY

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What does a pen do?

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well it writes words and draws circles around thoughts

what does a pen do?

um, it doodles and spills ink on these thin lines?

the pen cannot do anything without me

just sits on the corner of my bed and maybe it will roll off

falling on the carpet and then i have to reach down

and pick it up and write more

but what else does a pen do?

i dunno stabbing someone that keeps asking me this?

its a weapon to fight off writers block

ideas like to hide from me but my pen is my light saber

that attacks these blank pages with aggressive force

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i force and shove my words on this stupid piece of paper

because it just wastes away until i come along

stomping, biting, digging my aggressive words of wisdom

in between these tiny rows

i squeeze the tip of this pen which is having a hard time

providing the ink when i want it to be read

by a random curious person that happens to stumble

upon this bitch fight between the pen and

the crappy recycled notebook paper

oh how i hate this!

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and now a new sheet for me

to express myself

or at least whatever seems to be seeping

from my head at the current moment

but soon it will pass

and so will my gas

and then the room will clear

but not my pen because i am

its master painter

no pen is useful without my strokes

of curiosity and the whimsical nature

that i possess

what good is a pen without rivers

of imagination?

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