at times, i think i might die of poignancy. the bird that flew into my home the other day, looked me in the eye, and left peacefully. the layers of soundtracks and verses. the “chance” meetings that continue to happen, unsettling and exquisite all at once. the brush of wind on my inner arm. the visitors in my dreams. the hunger and madness i see everywhere.

i crave eye contact and whispers. new memories. light.

i want to laugh and to stop trying to be good.

i wonder how i am perceived. my expressionless face presumed stern, hard-lined, tough.

when really i am all water and warm soil. a lot of moon. a little mercury and spit. blood orange, pepper, and sweet rasmalai.

my body feels more lean. sensual. soft. tired.

travel. anywhere. leaving yesterday. what i wouldn’t give to be above the clouds heading somewhere where the narrator isn’t.

the battle is waning, if from nothing more than wearing out the rations. my heart is tucked in tenderly, after narrowly escaping the knife’s tip. massive blood loss. the chest wound is now sutured loosely with golden thread. at least that’s what it feels like.

i should probably eat breakfast.

i can’t forget to bring my daughter lunch today. and make her doctor’s appointment.

tomorrow is International Women’s Day. i’ll be on a small bridge in good company. you should, too.

Speaking of good company, I’m looking forward to Liesel’s free call tomorrow night. (sign-up. NOW.)

it is a choice. always. to feel joy. to be free.

this one really got me:

Sober up,
Steady your aim,
Reach in,
Turn the Universe and
The Beautiful Rascal,
Inside out.
~ Hafiz

today, i actually like the wind.

and i don’t care that my favorite cashmere sweater has holes under the arms.

at the end of it all, a good shake-down always holds the potential for perspective. and awakening.

for that, i am honestly, unshakably, grateful.