Spark

I am a
tumbling
fumbling
mumbling
bumbling
mess.
With a spark inside
brought to life
by a woman whose joy breached pain.
More than a learned skill,
A choice.
A choice she made to sacrifice
her physical comfort for me
in life and death.
She gave joy to me.
Now this spark stays &
I am a
burning
flaming
blazing
glowing
mess.
An unwavering human mess.
Happy to share
my Mother’s Joy.

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Rainbows in closets

I’m sitting in my unfinished closet.

In the middle of my room sits a faucet.

I’m ready, open, and embracing change.

any form will do.

Feels oh so good to smile at the sun

and feel it smiling back too.

My closet’s calming.

I could sit here for days.

But there’s life beyond this calming paint-

A rainbow of mints, oranges, greens & grays.
I find the longer life gets,

the more colors I’ll see.

In smiles, in hearts, in closets,

and sometimes in me.

ROAD TRIP

 

Roooad

You don’t need a lot to go anywhere. All I took was a toothbrush.

My sisters and I traveled 998 miles over the past two days. Up and down the East Coast. We drove down to North Carolina from Maryland, then all the way up to New Jersey. I bought a MONKEY MUG.

Monkey Mug!

 

Sleeping in the car and driving ANYWHERE was the most exciting thing I’ve done in a while. We took the back roads through Pennsylvania, Delaware, and North Carolina. It was a wonderful experience. We drove for hours, stopping anywhere that was interesting and Sang with the windows down. We listened to EVERYTHING.

I know this sounds cliche, but the wind blowing through your hair is liberating. the winding roads. the sun. the rain. laughter.

It was an adventure. I would suggest a random Road trip to anyone (: