Breathe in,

Breathe out.

Breathe in,

Breathe out.

As life grows more tense,

Here in NYC,

As the city feels,

Like the world is crashing down around us,

I find myself going deep within.

It is a constant reminder,

To breathe in,

Breathe out.

I tell myself,

We will get through this.

This, too, shall pass.

Breathe in,

Breathe out.

I try to calm the worries.

I try to slow the world around me,

By centering myself when need be.

We are in this as a planet.

We are in this together.

I close my eyes,

And I imagine,

Breathing in,

And breathing out.

Lots of love to my fellow…well…everyone out there. Times are going to be very hard, but we will prevail. We must. I’d love to say I’m some sort of zen master, but that’s just not true…Ironically, as I was writing this poem, I was constantly envisioning Star Trek’s Vulcans and their serene nature. I know that’s off topic, but I hope it gives you all a chuckle during these pressure-filled times. Have a great night!

P.S. Somehow I’m on a night sky beach phase. Maybe it’s my body telling me that I need to listen to that when all of this is over and travel is safer. Hmmm…

RDP Wednesday: Sunshine

Personally, I think of sunshine emotionally and physically. At this moment, as the situation in NYC becomes more and more tense with the virus (it’s even so slow that I’m able to write this post while at work), I take slight comfort in the fact that it has been sunny in the last couple of days. The air has been tense and distraught recently with the news, and with the sunshine the energy has lifted a bit. People are smiling a little. So here’s to sunshine. May it flourish in all of our hearts in this difficult time around the world.

RDP Tuesday: Purr

Her cute little purrs relax my heart.

There’s nothing like it.

She’s not even mine.

Yet she has such a healing power.

Scientifically, it’s been proven.

I can’t wait to visit with her.

She lives far away,

But the memory of her laying on me is as clear,

As if it were yesterday.

She’s so tiny that her whole body buzzes and shakes

When she purrs.

She’s a rescue cat,

But that sounds so sad,

Like my boyfriend did her a favor,

When in reality,

She’s given him so much.

She’s right where she’s always belonged.

With someone who loves her endlessly.

A member of the family who arrived six years into her life.

And will be cherished by us forever.

Find a furrever lovebug in the D.C. area here, at King Street Cats, if you’re interested. There’s lots of sweet loves waiting for a good home. I don’t receive compensation for sharing their info, just the good feeling that hopefully I can help one of these amazing animals find the best people for them who love them like Honey is loved. Here’s to turning around the difficult lives they’ve led into something beautiful.

https://www.kingstreetcats.org/

Photo by Ihsan Aditya from Pexels

RDP Saturday: Water

When I thought about the word water for today’s daily prompt I considered coming up with a beautiful poem (or, hopefully beautiful, lol), but nothing came to mind. Sometimes I try too hard when it comes to writing (and life, in general). I can’t seem to be comfortable not churning out work that I think is profound. That’s not to say that any of my past work is viewed as profound, in my opinion, but sometimes I think that maybe I try to make each thought and/or statement much deeper than it really is in that moment. In other words, I’m creatively stuck just a bit and I forget that that’s okay; that not every post has to be perfect and shiny. Not today.

So here’s to loving writing by the method of brain drain today. Here’s to imperfection. Here’s to letting my mind wander and not judging what comes of it. So. Water.

When I think of the word water I hear the gurgling nature of the ocean as you come up to the surface after dunking your head, when your ears are adjusting. I think of the aqua blue beauty of the ocean in Bermuda. I go to my happy place: Horseshoe Bay in Bermuda. It brings a peaceful smile to my face in a time where the world is anxious. It brings some calm to my paranoia. Bermuda. 🙂

Photo Credit: Matthew Henry

RDP Jueves: Explosivo

Cuando pienso en la palabra explosivo pienso en:

Ira roja, ardiente y ardiente.

Fuegos artificiales.

Pasión.

Obstinadamente dedicado.

Viviendo en el mundo de tu oficio

Tanto que el mundo exterior se desvanece.

Es solo tú y el papel.

Tú y tu instrumento musical.

Tú y tu mundo

Nada más puede romper tu enfoque.

Vives en tu imaginación hasta que el trabajo está hecho.

Como los pintores famosos

No puede distraerse del arte dentro de usted.

Eres explosivo. 

 

 

When I think about the word explosive I think about:

Red, hot, fiery anger.

Fireworks.

Passion.

Doggedly dedicated.

Living in the world of your craft

So much that the outside world

Fades away.

It’s just you and the paper.

You and your musical instrument.

You and your world.

Nothing else can break your focus.

You live in your imagination until the job is done.

Like the famous painters

You can not be distracted from the art inside you.

You are explosive.