Tag Archives: Self Care

Tell me your favorite

Instead of working on my current work in progress I have been a little distracted lately. And the whole blogging things has fallen by the wayside. To ease myself back in I decided to post four pieces of poetry I have recently been inspired to write. Tell me which one you like best.


I am not here
I am gone, wanting in the direction of you
What’s left behind has been made lazy
Your absence strips the will from my limbs
It steals the want from my movements
All that I am is missing

I am always, only,
a few strategically placed pieces of wood
away from igniting
I remember the work it used to take to get a smolder
Now I am half lit and ready to burn
Don’t need a match
Don’t need gasoline
Just add wood

My Bed
Come crawl in next to me
Lie with me in my unclean sheets
They are dirtied by my need
Clean my want away

I don’t miss the girl I used to be
She was sad and easy.
But I feel the need to visit,
To travel back in time and watch her sob into her pillow.
I wasn’t there for her then, the way I can be now.
In her darkened room I sit next to her
My weight sinks the bed
She senses me
I feel her heart race with fear
In my own chest.
I rest my hand on our hip
I speak
“It will all be okay”
“You are not alone”
Her heartbeat slows
Her eyes close
She rests.
I hold her hand
I stroke her head.
I stay with her.

Interesting Things You Come Across When Jogging

I am currently away right now from my home due to a family member’s health emergency, which is giving me perspective right now, about my own recent down grade in self care.

Since launching my first novel I have been eating bad and exercising sporadically. I’ve put on a few pounds which is something I have no business doing because they don’t come off as easily as they go on. Seeing this family member struggle with health has given me appreciation for my own great health and with that intent in mind I set out for a short jog, before I head off to spend the day at the hospital.

At home I walk/run on gravel roads and being in the city I was looking forward to nice paved/ concrete running surfaces. Just out the doorway in the parking lot I came across the following debris.


I have to admit it caught my attention as I went by. I stopped, went back, and captured this photo. I immediately began to wonder how it all got there. The Chanel perfume box, the heels, the plastic covered roses, the brown facecloth, a cigarette butt all strewn on the pavement. It smacks of a romance gone bad.

Shortly thereafter I came across a beautiful boulevard lined with roses. By this point in my run I was gasping for air, a state made pleasurable by the deep rose scent. A couple of turns later and I came across this lovely pond.


I abhor exercise. That’s why it’s usually the first thing to go when my life gets out of control and I am overwhelmed. I didn’t complete a solid 5kms of straight running, which tells me I have some work to do. I have fallen off the exercise wagon enough times to know that a couple of weeks and I’ll be there if I want to work at it. If I do, I know I will come across some pretty interesting sights.