Published on April 19, 2011
This is me on a Monday.
I forgot to take a shower…but I think I did the neti pot.
I had a smoothie for breakfast, and one with my lunch.
My doggie and I climbed to the tippy top of a mountain by our home. We sat up there and tried to count roof tops and instead enjoyed the sky as it breezed around our bodies simultaneously.
I painted all afternoon….
and as I type this there is cerulean blue under my finger nails.
I like it better this way.
I like it when the day describes my schedule
instead of penciled demands in a maroon date planner
dictating my energy.
There is no reason it needs to be a certain way
just because that’s what the cool kids on the block are up to.
I’ve been thinking about a revolution…and letting it go simultaneously.
Just like when me and my doggie sit on top of the world–
caught in a morning breeze.
We exist as queens of our Universe
and simultaneously chained to the things
we keep foolishly believing.
Well, maybe not her-
but certainly me.