“Never let a “No” stop you, Unless it’s your own.”
-Debora Granja
My first attempt at making DaWalking (Dancing+Walking) a popular movement in my home town. After two hours I was Wancing (Walking + Dancing) more than DaWalking and the results were not what I expected.
What would you do?
2 scoops chocolate protein powder
1/2 bamboo spoon of green coffee bean extract
a good amount of raw oatmeal
maybe a little more
cinnamon
raw hemp seed
shilajit
chia (not chea) seeds
almond milk
blend
pour into favorite glass jar
whisper I love you into jar
drink
whoops. forgot to add more water to fill up jar.
and I forgot the banana
blend water and banana
add to jar. repeat
stir with stainless steel straw
whisper I love you into jar
may be through straw
drink
repeat
Ne me quitte pas
is not the same as if you go away
Moving slowly
I take care of my needs
Nausea building
head spins
my rocks piled on the window sill
they will move with me
seashell
brings tears to my eyes
not ready to release
but that is not for me
to decide
July Tree
I missed you completely
along with August, September, October
and years before
Yes Nina
it is a new dawn and a new day
a new life for me
and I’m feeling good
fish, river, blossoms
dragonfly, butterflies, sleep
peace
Yes Nina
the old world is a new world
stars
freedom is mine
this IS mine
Yes Nina
it is a new life for me
and I’m feeling good
and scared
and excited
and sad
and empty and full
and trusting
and calm
and grounded
and occasionally manic
and it’s all good
So I replay your song
again
Yes Dragonfly you know
Yes Butterfly you do know
Yes Nina I know what you mean
Chaos leads to Calm
I’m moving.
It wasn’t my choice.
Here I am nonetheless.
Surrounded by chaos.
and yet I feel calm.
My home was sold. Despite resisting, refusing to allow the realtor to show the home due to recuperating on the couch from what for now is just being referred to as “THE accident”, it was sold in a day. Not to me. I thought that was what I wanted. It ends up it wasn’t what was in store for me though.
Now I’m moving. The date is marked in the calendar. Less than 60 days from now. I knew the day was coming, I just didn’t know exactly when. Kind of like death. We know it’s coming, we just don’t know when. Sometimes we are told it’s 6 months from now, sometimes 6 weeks, 6 days, 6…and *BAM!* it’s over. We never know. We just THINK we know. What I think I know is that in about 6 weeks I’ll be leaving my home of the past five years. I thought it was one of the worst things that could happen to me and my daughters. Now I know differently.
