I don’t know why it makes me sick to my stomach
I’ve moved on bht I’ll always remember the the feelings
I was in college
A little stupid but getting smarter
We were both young in our small group of friends. We wanted something special for the 4 of us
When the lights would dim on the soccer field, we’d sneak to the dorms that bred our love of drugs
We’d trip, we’d find…
The alcohol that made us blind.
We’d find the storeS that were open till dawn
We’d eat the junk food that would bring us dimples
5 years later and I sit by the same field exhale the emotions are just as strong as they were 5 years ago
“I walk around like I have a lightning rod through me. I can’t sit because I feel like I should be doing something. I pace, and I’m short with the kids, and I picture my life without them all and I feel like my lungs will explode.” A fraught, bittersweet journey from foster to adoptive parent.
via Motherless — Discover
The merriment between you and me is never clouded
We are upset right now and possibly will be for a few hours
But you know
At the end of the day…
We will always flock back to the arms of eachother
Clouds find shine
They’re wedged between the openness we call air.
You take care of your offspring so eloquently. They suckle on you for what seems like hours, but you will lay next to them and provide comfort. They are giving but in an almost unrecognizable way. You are giving in a way that reminds me we are one. We are one community that must look after one another. You are a dog and we think of your mothering skills as that of superior.
One day, your puppies will grow older. You will love them, you will feed them.
But you may lose interest like the litter you had before.
You are a light in a puddle of busy work. You are a mother caring like the animal I considered you to be. You are droplet who has spread her wings to provide life to the ones who never chose life.
Quite possibly the most challenging aspect of life hurdles from our deterioration. We’ve failed to see our food as medicine. We’ve failed to care for our elders. We’ve failed to see that we must care for one another.
We deteriorate quickly because we move too fast. We are quick to move, scramble and think about what’s ahead.
We’ve failed. Everyone deserves wellness. We are no elite. I stand in line at the natural grocers and think about how I am in the ‘fortunate class’. It is not fair that I can buy organic kale while there are those who do not know what kale is or its healing powers.
Is it fair that we’ve let our society deteriorate? No.
It is like this leaf that has curled up into a lifeless leaf. There might be a sliver of light left in its coils. But it’s mostly gone and mostly ready for another cycle of life.
How did we let it get this way?
Cuddled up in between two blankets,
sat a beautiful ‘set’ of newborn puppies
Inside the crate was a blended “mess” of last night’s birth
But never wanted to leave them
right back to her
and considered her Mother Earth
She waited for her lover’s return
But he lay…
outside for 5 hours
Her pain was soon vanished,
as she saw
the reminder of her offspring.
Take the cheese,
they stole from you
Wipe your fears down a crackly road
You are better than those who steal from you
Hide in the castle that once stood
Find serenity when no one wants you,
find a place where ghosts fly with you.
Have you ever really felt nature on your toes?
Have you seen the grim captured by your 5 friends?
Have you smelled nature’s gift swoon over your smell?
It fears no one
It attaches to all. You breathe the air of our Mother
She leaves her earthly trail beneath your feet
You pick it up and smell its grace
It is you in your purest form
I often feel like a side effect
Here are the curated feelings I made just for you:
They start with love.
They end with sanctity.
In the middle, there are 4 ways in which I’ve curated myself for your understanding.
I’ve been truthful and understanding.
Those were most likely lies
I’ve grown to love your puttering feet
That was a lie
I’ve curated a lie that’s all yours