Word Play: Fascinating

Today is Thursday and the day for a word swap experiment. The word to swap out: annoying (and it’s variants like: frustrating or grueling or poo- having kind of a crap week – no pun intended…oh my gosh). The word to swap in: Fascinating. I walk towards my work building this morning with a metaphorical gray cloud over my head. No one sees it. Especially since I aptly distract with my clean curls and the Summer’s Best sun dress I chose to wear. Even I’m hoping to trick myself into believing I’m not on my period, bloated and ballooning out…

Postivity Practice

Mornings, am I right? The early hours are rough and especially when rushed. Just because you can get up and out of the house in 15 minutes doesn’t mean your heart and mind is going to be pleased. I used to start my day in a full on sweat. My brow so furrowed. Now I spring from my bed like a splash of sunlight- False. I’m a work in serious process. Mornings catch us in a vulnerable state. Thankfully, we can prepare ourselves. We can steer ourselves mindfully into the day. Once such example is: My a.m. routine begins the…

A Space to Remember

Someday I will write about what it means to ‘hold space’ for someone. Someone you love. Someone you don’t quite understand. Someone you know only as a “stranger”. Someone you do not know but love. Someone you do not know and hate. Today, however, all I want to do with this space is Remember. Remember Lori Kaye, z”l. She put herself Who stepped in front of her Rabbi, Rabbi Goldstein, when a lost gunman took his shot. I don’t know Lori. From the words I’ve gathered, she was the light and energy of her Shul. Known for committing mitzvahs (good…

Humble Love

In the spirit of candy hearts and romantic feels as Valentines day approaches, I would like to share a poem I wrote about love. I wrote it for Nicolas. Hoping to show him a bit of how I experienced the relationship and friendship growing between us. humble lovei think of youfree flowing-falling freeborn in giddy burstswith graceburning-buoyantlyfilling a room – a curious lightgreeting-gentlymy world of unknownshumbly asking”do you hear what I hear?” pressing-playfullyin the palm of my handsmall momentsmarveled into stoneand i buzz yellowfrom the place just abovemy belly buttonwhere my truth livesi think of you -and megrowing each otherinto beautifully strangeinstrumentsa two-person orchestrahumming…

Beautifully Strange

It’s a pretty average Thursday at work. I respond to common-place emails and try to sit still. And then I’m completely still. A moment between parking reservations and room confirmations…a moment of grief and longing and nostalgia and wonder and love and light found me. Pushed me properly into my swivel chair. My fingers no longer typing. Instead they relax open as I rest the back of each hand on my legs. A tide of the unknown in the category of feelings heading my way. Yet I sit so still. Oh! Oh…it’s a sensation completely unique in it’s complexity. I’m…

[New Poem] – I Am

      I am an opal: colorful, fragmented       I am a sucker for a swing set! …a little high       I am an artist witch, with a black bear patronus       I am an ally for alliteration created to create!       I am a poem- lines of wonderment, light       I am a romantic. a braless goddess under the moon!       I am a tornado-inspired dancer, greeting the ocean, nude       I am a solo train-traveller, collecting dusk in summer       I…