We women are a special breed—
—we can get through anything.
She was helping me change the address
on my license and scan the documents
proving my identity.
If you wake up
everything else is just a bonus.
I asked her to make me laugh
as she took the picture
for my new license
(my new lease on life).
She asked me to smile for the team.
I told her my ex was a fan
and since then I’ve been looking the other way,
but I’m glad to hear they’re doing well.
Girl she said shaking her head
C’mon now, it don’t have to be like that.
She was right. It don’t.
I was sifting through
mountains of papers
looking for something.
One of the mountains shifted,
sending an avalanche to the floor.
And then in the next second,
And I said,
Okay, me too.
So I fell to the floor,
lay down on my back,
stared up at the track lighting
on my ceiling.
Here we all are, on the floor.
I felt my body was tired.
I didn’t want to search anymore.
I knew that whatever it was,
either it would turn up,
or I would replace it.
So I went upstairs,
and I got in bed,
and had dreams
about mountains and avalanches.
Sometimes there just isn’t any inspiration.
And that’s okay.
I choose to feel good.
Even though I was programmed
by people who were programmed
to believe that life is a struggle
and there is never enough good,
today I choose to exist in the possibility
that I can feel good most of the time.
Even though I’ve made lots of mistakes,
even though I don’t have all the answers,
even though I’m not sure of my future,
I choose to feel good.
I can feel grateful for my past;
it brought me to this now.
I can feel grateful for this now;
it is holding me and giving me
this opportunity to awaken.
I can awaken to my power to choose
how I think and act and feel.
Today, I choose to feel good.
Choosing to change
and choosing to like change…
will help smooth the path
of life’s inevitable changes.
And life demands that we change.
There is no way around it.
Every day draws us closer to the inevitable edge
of the great abyss that stares back,
revealing the nothingness of our dissolution.
Who will we become
before death closes our eyes forever?
She walked alone in the woods today,
the wind following her with its whispers.
She climbed up the steep slope,
finding spots of bare earth to plant her feet
in a slippery sea of fallen leaves.
She found her favorite stone outcropping,
sat and closed her eyes.
Breathing slowly and deeply
she received a vision of
great warmth and delight,
a future that waits for her
willingness to let the past go.
The cold began to seep in
and she carefully picked her way
here and there along the downward slope,
superimposing the future vision
upon the present matrix,
thinking thoughts of integration.
She shines silently in her fullness
gracefully illuminating all who behold her,
breathing a healing glow,
touching whisper soft,
dancing quietly on the waves,
in her perfect timing.
This most glorious mother
who moves the water
deeply longing for her embrace
but gives everything—
darkness and light,
the wisdom of always changing.