Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Monday, October 5, 2015

A Moon to Moon Experience


somewhere,
between the
Blue Moon and the
Super Moon,
life exploded

a game of chance

in one wild revolution,
the phases voiced a challenge,
"Listen humans, to my signs,
for I am moon"

cards, once close to the chest
flew tornadic into the air
with gusto, fury,
diamonds, hearts, spades,
clubs, all in a swirl,
gaining momentum, hitting their mark,
making a play,
or,
landing silently on the Summer grass,
love notes lost to an egg timer's heavy hand

a fools game

well before her queenship
disappeared behind the sun,
eclipsing for 72 reddened minutes,
her smile extending
into an incandescent grin,
a sign, doomsayers claimed
to mark the end

she, whispered,
"hush, you're okay,
look up,
the sky, it's still there,
punctuated by
black and mauve, gold and sapphire,
all colors at once,
and clouds, so many clouds,"

the game closed

players shifted,
whirlwinds settled,
cards landed where
they're going to lie,

and as poker faces brush lips
with the moon,
the orb absorbs their power,
new love,
strong, poetic,
ripe and tomato red,
there's no question,
no answer,

in one wild moon to moon experience,
the game changed,
and not by chance

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

This isn't what I'm supposed to be doing: Of Autumn, gratitude, elephants, and webisodes


This isn't what I'm supposed to be doing.

I've given myself an hour to write this morning, and this isn't on the list. I'm supposed to be focusing on a new episode in the web series to bridge the gap between "old Emily" and "new Emily," when she meets "character name to be determined." I suppose this episode will fall somewhere among the "bad date" episodes, of which I could still use a few more good tales of "WTF?" (I'm going to start prodding a few of you). I suspect the meeting of "character name to be determined" will fall in line right before the "Two Punch," of which I need a better... "Punch Line," and by punch line, I don't mean a Kermit the Frog (It's Muppet Day) punchline. I mean, a line that will give reason for a "two punch." Yep. It's a thing. In any case, I'm not doing any of that, but now we're all clear on what I should do tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow, the first day of Autumn. It's the start of one of the best seasons. I don't need to list the ways -- we know. I'll probably ring it in with Trader Joe's Pumpkin O's on the balcony. What? I couldn't find them last year, but this year there they were, readily available and sending me a sign... to eat them. I read something the other day about the Equinox bringing not only balanced days and nights, but balance back to our lives as well. Before I knew any of this, I made the aforementioned list and morning writing plan (which, I'm cleverly avoiding right now) to bring back my own balance of sorts (not that it was that far off, mind you). This is all a little bit coincidental, but it doesn't surprise me. Autumnal balance. That's kind of poetic, and nice. I'll buy it.

On the subject of balance, yesterday was "World Gratitude Day." I didn't actually write down any gratitudes, because, to be honest, I'm just grateful for it all right now. The universe guided me into this perfect place, which I never could've imagined. It's a wonderful time. I'm just grateful that when I close my eyes, and open them again it's all still real.

Today, I opened my eyes to "Elephant Appreciation Day," which doesn't seem to have much to do with either gratitude or balance, except for now I'm seeing this weird image that I imagine I've seen before of an elephant on a scale outweighing whatever is on the other end. Something like this, I suppose.


I don't think this is really an appreciative image, but it really ties this blog entry together, doesn't it?

So... My coffee cup is empty. I probably need to make another pot. It's time for work. I probably need to water the tomatoes, and put on my jeans - probably, in reverse order. In other words, we're going to jump to the moral.

What's the moral? There's always a moral with me, isn't there? There's always an "ah-ha!" look what she thought up today memo... So here it is:

Go appreciate an elephant, you fools! :)



Friday, August 7, 2015

Once Upon a Pond: Geese, Romanticism, and Go! Go!



This park is one of my favorite places in Colorado Springs. It's my Pooh Bear style thinking spot, and it has all sorts of beautifully strange memories attached to it.

I smile as I recall trips with my family to feed the ducks, a common outing when we were small. The pond seemed more immense then, the island more mysterious. The willows, though, are exactly the same. We always hoped the swan would be there. If we were really lucky it might be the black one. You know, I still keep bags of bread crusts in my freezer for just this water fowl purpose. I suppose I should go, huh? The last time I tried to feed them, though, there were only geese and... Well, we'll get to that.

I remember sitting on the grass many years later to study for the GRE. Then, when I had to shoot my first weather video, while working for KKTV (that's all they let me do for a while), I came here and watched the willows weep with the rain. (What? It's true!)

I've wandered here. I've searched for answers here. I shot a poetry film here for Price Strobridge's poem, "Prism." It went all the way to Vancouver. This place, that is my place went to Canada, and I stayed right here.



I didn't discover the sundial until a few years ago. I frickin' love this sundial. It reads: "Time Makes Love Go. Love Makes Time Go."





If you read it this way, though, it just says, "Go. Go." or, "Goog." 

The sundial isn't relevant to anything actually, except for I love it, and think it's enchanting, and I kind of want to visit it immediately. It's part of this poetic place, which I also love, and.... Goog!

Right so... The whole reason I'm writing this (sort of, maybe, I guess) is that a few years back, and well after I already knew about the sundial, I asked someone to meet me here. Raise your hand if you know this story? It's one right out of a movie. In fact it's the catalyst for this entire I Didn't See that Coming web series, and perhaps, my life as I know it... but, I digress.

I truly thought he would show. He had to, right? When you devise a grand scheme for a hopeless romantic, he always shows. 

Nope. Not this time.

In my line-a-day journal I wrote: "I went out on a crazy limb and told ______ to meet me at the park. I had coffee, cake, crappy poetry, and a lot of humility. He didn't show..." 

*Insert Collective "Awwwww."

No you guys. It's fine. Really. This was a long time ago. This was once upon a time. This is just the story about the pond. I don't think he was ever supposed to show. I'm glad he didn't. I'm actually really glad he didn't, because everything that came after is 500 times better than what may have happened had he walked around that bend. Sometimes I don't even think I should be writing this one, which is dumb, because as noted, I was the only one there, which makes it my story to tell or not tell if I want to. There's a bit more to the end, but I'll save that for the episode. 

I will say that I got chased by some geese, and the willow wept. Never feed geese. Just don't.

The webisode's been really hard to edit into a second draft. It's not that it's painful to go back there. In fact, I have no problem going to this place, or describing it, or even writing about it now. It's really the monologue in my main character's head that I keep writing and re-writing, and writing again, and then deleting. It'll come... Maybe it just did.

I think I left something behind that day at the pond -- a little bit of romanticism, perhaps. Maybe I need to go and get it, or maybe it found me again on its own. I don't know, but I bet my sundial does.

So... I wonder what the aforementioned crappy poetry was? I don't think I want to know, but am simultaneously curious. I'd forgotten that part until I read the journal entry again today.



Goog!

Saturday, April 12, 2014

12/30 - National Poetry Month 2014

2 years gone.
FLASH! BAM! Zzzzip!

Just like that, 
  sometime between 25 and 30
it begins...

ZOOM!

Where you live,
   who you love,
the clothes drying over chairs

In a BEEP,
  a DASH,
a FLASH, BAM, Zzzzzip
they are different,

or not.

You are different,
   or not.

ZING!

Spend them well.

WHOOSH! WAVE! 

Note the pages.

2 more gone,
FLASH, BAM, Zzzzzip

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Challenge 2: February - A Poem a Day #9

February 12, 2013

Be mine...
     Valentine
Red,
    lots of red,
which is ironic,
being that anger and love are the same color

This isn't an angry poem though,
on the contrary,

Browse the cards,
   which in fun designs and cute animals
try to quantify
Love

Kisses,
   hugs,
monkeys,
   doves,
cats and dogs,
sweet, dirty, simple,
   shrugs

Be mine...
     Valentine
Hearts,
      lots of hearts,
which is ironic
considering love doesn't really have a shape

Friday, June 1, 2012

How to Bounce... Better (Getting over heart break, and getting back to you)

You might find better advice, but I doubt it.
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If you're reading this, my guess is you're either a friend or family member who's just humored me by clicking a link, or you're someone who really needs to read what I have to say. I hope you need to read this, because I'm writing it for you. If you feel heartbroken, trapped, and alone with your pain, then read on. It's a list. Pick what you like, leave what you don't. Add to it if you wish.

I'm writing this, because you think you're alone, but you're not. Maybe in this very moment that's how it seems, because frankly that's how it seemed to me. I want you to know, though, that's the most powerful feeling you can possess. You've worn out your friends, and family -- you want to stop troubling them with your hurt, and now you're alone... figuring out what to do next. Guess what, now you can bounce back. Now you know what the bottom looks like, and that you don't want to be there any longer. It won't be easy. It won't be instant, but it will be the best thing you'll ever do for yourself... EVER! I speak from complete experience (with references, if you wish).

1. Make a happy playlist -- mine was titled "Musical Serotonin." Don't put ANY sad songs on the list. Don't put ANY songs about how he/she done did you wrong on the list. Only put songs that make you feel empowered. Skip Adele, she'll do you good later, but not now. When you find a song that makes you feel better. listen to it as many times as you want during the day. Live and breath the words to that song. When you feel low, repeat the lyrics in your head. Hold on tight to the hope that song gives you.

2. Get rid of the physical memories of the person who hurt you. Take everything they gave you, or anything that reminds you of them, and put it in a box. Stash it away where it's out of sight. If you feel comfortable getting rid of items now, then do. I recommend waiting, though, because you might put things in there that you'll regret getting rid of later. Also, if you keep it, then once you're feeling better, you'll get the added pleasure of taking all of those things and either throwing them away for good (then piling rotten food on top, before taking it to the dumpster) OR putting them back where they go (if they were yours in the first place -- a mail key, a DVD, a book, etc.).

3. Lean on your friends and family like they're your lifeline, but stop talking about your ex with them. Enjoy their company. Remember, they're the ones who love you anyway. Odds are that you've laughed, yelled, and cried with them over and over. Yet, they chose you again and again. Choose them, and forget the one who left you behind. They accept you, and love you for a reason. Let them remind you.

4. Do the things you love. Some advice books will tell you to try something new. I tried a few new things (club hopping, volunteering at a Habitat for Humanity retail store, etc.) and honestly they just made me feel empty. There's a time for new things, and there's a time for expanding upon the things you already love. Once I started watching old movies, writing, and hiking, I started to find myself again. The time to create a new and improved self will come. Right now, you just need to find something to remind you that you're still there. Do something old, but in a new way. You'll enjoy it, and still get that challenge of conquering something that's all your own.

5. Get sunshine. This is really important. I read somewhere that you should get 40 minutes of sunshine a day to boost your serotonin levels, and even to produce the proper amount of melatonin for sleeping. Start the day with a 15-20 minute walk. It not only wipes away the sleep, but it give you an instant happiness boost. Trust me, after a few days of doing this, you'll crave that sunshine like a drug. Enjoy that time in the sun before you tackle the rest of your day.

6. At the start of a new month, make a resolution to pick something each day that you're thankful for. Post it to your facebook, twitter, or blog pages, or keep it in a journal. Think big and small, but never include your ex. By the end of that month, you'll see so many wonderful things in your life (some that you've probably taken for granted) that you'll realize there's a lot more to you than that one person who's gone.

7. Stop eating junk. I know it's hard. Is there really any greater comfort than ice cream or chocolate? Well, maybe cheeseburgers and beer. Stop. Try to eat healthy for a week. Focus on getting enough lean protein (turkey is a happiness booster), fruit, vegetables, and water. You'll start feeling better, and feeling better about yourself at the same time. It'll probably stick, because you'll feel so much better.

8. Read advice books. You might find a few useful tips, but mostly they'll make you laugh. One book told me to go buy a river rock and keep it in a pouch in my purse. I guess I was supposed to rub it when I felt sad, or stressed. I could even add a scent to it. I wanted that river rock, because it was funny -- period. In case you're wondering, I never got one.

9. Try to laugh. Find a funny friend, and make sure to see or talk to them often. Odds are you'll have their humor to hang on to long into those strange alone hours. I had less luck with funny shows and books, but that's because I had trouble focusing during my lowest low. You might have better luck. A funny pet, though, is a gem as well! Laugh with your pet, because like your friends and family, they still love you, and want to see you laughing.

10. This is the hardest task of all, but the only way you'll ever feel at peace is to forgive yourself. I was hung up on forgiving HIM. I was even certain I had. I just couldn't forgive me. One day, I realized I had it wrong. I didn't have to forgive him. He wasn't part of my life anymore. Myself, however, well I was stuck with me. Finding a way to really look at yourself, knowing that you messed up and that you HAVE to do better, well... that's the greatest gift you can ever give to yourself and those you love. Take what you've learned from this, pick up the pieces of you, and move forward with the knowledge that this will not happen again. Not like this, anyway. Forgive yourself, because once you do you'll suddenly start to see YOU in the mirror again, and realize that every single day there's something awesome around the corner...

Something you never even saw coming.
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In my next entry (which really will follow soon) I'm going to completely change the tone. I absolutely needed to share my advice, but the time for revisiting one of the worst times of my life has past. What lies before me now is a life of contentment -- not perfection, not a lack of struggle, but peace. I have what every girl wants --- friends, family, a boyfriend, a great job, hobbies, and something that's hard to pin down -- it's a kind of inner piece that can only be found after complete destruction. It's a happiness that emanates from within; an honesty. It will come across in all blogs from this point forward.