Manifest the Familiar

I have learned that we best manifest what we know. I am not a material-oriented person, therefore I will not manifest the material items to the extent of those who value this the most. For me, it’s relationships. I value the sweet rhythm and harmony when two or more souls join together to create a unique essence. This makes my spirit sing and swing. Rapture appears in my life as well-played connections, strumming their chords to form melodies of spirit….herein lies my destiny.

Sting of Midnight

The sting of midnight
Pierced my heart.
When had time turned
Against my mortal soul?
At what point had I moved
From a believer to a cynic
And then back again?
Why must my conscious
Deceive my manipulating ego?
The hands of the clock
Turned to face me, palms up
And then slapped my shocked cheeks
So hard
It shook my disbelieving countenance.
Time, you are my double-crossing savior.

Premature Prodding

Silently I watched it play out
Before me.
Thinking I could not know,
Would not know
Her plans.
I noticed her eyes
Darting around the room,
Searching for the words
To weave her web.
I have learned that sometimes
There is more power
In letting it play itself out.
Observing it unraveling
On its own,
Rather than
Prodding it forward
Forcing a premature change
Then regretting the outcome.
Spending time smoothing the waters
Of discontent.
No, for now
I will smile and nod,
All the while watching
My own words.
Careful not to expose
Intentions.

A little vacay time

I threw my bags in the car, climbed in, slammed the door and screamed, "Yeehaw! What I didn't pack I'll have to buy - it's vacation time!"
My head spun with the possibilities of this adventure. The days of hiking, swimming, boating, and best of all, reading a stack of books that have been waiting for this occassion. I wiped worries from my brow and headed in the direction of bliss!

Tender Tears

The sun warmed my face as the heatwaves carried my worries from me into the atmosphere. The clouds absorbed my thoughts and angels converted them to raindrops that fell like tears to the dry earth, touching me with tenderness.

Modern-day Dorothy

She used her sunglasses like a mask, shielding the realness from escaping her pleading pupils. Her little dog resembled Toto, carried in a basket on her way to meet the wizard. Her husband, the Tin Man, his heart cold and rusted from lack of use. Her brainless Scarecrow friends wishing for wisdom, but hoping it won’t crack their botoxed foreheads. The Lion existed inside of her, begging her for courage to step off the yellow brick road, unshackle the cuffs of conformity, and dance with the Lollipop Kids.

SUV Trade-in

Traded in their identities
For SUVs, Minivans, and Prozac.
I look at the parking lot
Full of us.
I wonder what it would be like
If we were all 20 years younger?
Perhaps we'd step out
Of our steel doors
To socialize with each other.
Searching for reasons to
Separate ourselves.