Each snowflake, like each human being is unique. |
1 Last night I wondered is it the caffeine keeping me awake tonight or anxiety? 2 Then I realized it was the street light shining into my living room window. 3 The list goes on... the bottomless basket of laundry, the never empty sink of dishes, the bird singing outside my kitchen window, the gray cloudy sky, and the wind picks up blowing the neighbor's trashcan down the street. 4 A Lazy Saturday Afternoon It's a lazy Saturday afternoon and the only thing I want to do is write. It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, a breeze is blowing through oak and olive trees. It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, the clouds are moving slowly to the east, as patches of blue sky appears between patches of white and gray. It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, a good time to write free verse or haiku. It's a lazy Saturday afternoon in Las Vegas: clouds hide the bright sun the wind blows the limbs of trees olive, oak, and pine. 5 The End of The Week Jal'l (Glory), 5 Asm' (Names), 170 BE - Saturday, August 24, 2013 about 4:20 PM Pacific Daylight Time At the end of the week, I watch the clouds moving from west to east as I contemplate the handouts on self-care and happiness. As I meditate, I realize that grief is a chrysalis in which transformation occurs, but in order to continue my spiritual and emotional growth, I must spread my wings and fly. |