“If you always do what you’ve always done,
you’ll always get what you’ve always got.”
I remember hearing this from a woman
whose face and name I’ve long forgotten,
sitting a few seats away from myself
in our little circle…
Across time and space
A beloved favourite has come back to me
I may still be broken
Some pieces are still glued at the edges
But today everything is in place again
…
I toss through the night
I wake feeling restless and uneasy
So before I make that same short drive
That I do all seven days of the week
I turn the dials a little higher this time
…
Chasing hopeful light
Persevering night and day
I am still running
(Written on reflection of Wanting to be Wrong from last November.)
I have a roommate that I wish would move away. But it won’t, so I have to learn to coexist with it.
Cleaning to pass time
Long wait to see friend again
Smiling all the while
Friend’s words taking root
With generous perspective
I can hope again
Understanding friendship is an ongoing process
Even at this age, apologetic for my ignorance
I stumble and trip…
Tonight, my perceived self worth irrelevant.
Treasures both
Precious and rare
On the rapid severity with which conditions or situations can shift.