Peeking through the Beaten path Of smudged glass With caked on specks Of aged dirt Searching for A sign of myself On the other Side of the blur Scrolled onto My Ventana Pages Where I spilled the fluid of My soul with calloused fingers Behind sheer curtains Of contemplation Inside all of my Different bedrooms Merging fear with The beauty of words Same wild midnight spirit Unrecognizable with growth Pondering who I am Where am I going Asking my reflection Who...
It was hard leaving one’s hometown, But someone has to put one foot in Front of the other as they leave and Spread their roots in a new town. Where she and everyone has been Does not compare to the hand Everyone places over their heart As there is a new chapter and a new Beginning from the ashes that blew Them to the place where they are Supposed to be and bright like a star.
more and more often I find myself blowing smoke rings into vanity mirrors trying [ & failing] to disappear the self-purported inadequacies, while attempting to pin tails to scapegoats, and entertain pipe dreams - of running-
always running; any way, anywhere, but always ending up tripping into the same nebulous figments
party heels in hand; the unforgiving cement would leech the warmth from my naked, staggering feet
I'd --stop-short-- taking in the bruise colored sky, and smile...
My most recent series here covered a range of topics, some of which were difficult to write - and I imagine, to read.
In this post, I share some of my thoughts on relaxation techniques and self-help:
I’ve maintained a keen interest in relaxation techniques over the last ten years, starting roughly around the time I gave up smoking. This has included slow (or deep) breathing and mindfulness techniques. And more recently, Breath Moving, during which a person imagines sending their breath to different parts of the body.