Nothing will ever change because it never does, but you said the quiet part out loud and it made my blood run cold. Why can’t I accept things the way they are? They are in fact, good…no, they are excellent. Anyone would trade places. So it’s me. It’s always me.
Christmas Day
Unwrapping gifts with my beloved
How is it that he is so handsome
All he’s ever wanted to do was love me and take care of me
He has succeeded and I am blessed beyond measure
It’s Christmas Day. Christ was born on this day. The United States was created for the purpose of Christianity. Full Stop.
It’s Christmas Eve
Yes, I’m grateful. How can I not be? Are you not feeling grateful? Name three things you are grateful for right now. Then, think about one person. It doesn’t have to be a family member, but it could be a family member. Do one nice thing for that person and expect nothing in return, not even a thank you. Do it as a creative way to express gratitude. Then do something for yourself. Write a poem, read that book you’ve been meaning to read. Pray and give thanks. Clean your home, clean out your fridge or closet. Buy flowers, or make yourself a nice meal. Don’t judge or criticize yourself. Be grateful because the world needs you.
What about Me
What about what I want? What about what I need? What about my need to feel fulfilled and loved? What about my relationships the ones that are left and the ties that I have severed? There are no re-do’s. What about my life?
Angeleno
I didn’t always live in Los Angeles. I came to L.A. from the east coast. For a long time, L.A. did not feel like home. I missed the east coast and craved snow in the winter and fireflies in the summer. As I grew into young adulthood, Los Angeles started to feel good to me. The rhythm of nature here always inspired me. The hummingbirds, the intensely fragrant night blooming jasmine that I inhaled deeply in the summer night air. The smell of eucalyptus after the rain, and even the opossum that sat on our porch and pretended it didn’t see me was magical.