Tuesday, January 26, 2010

a poem

somewhere there is a poem
to inspire me
to breathe
this simple involuntary act that seems to require
so much effort
since the rains came

poem take my hand and teach me
the rhythms of getting through
the steps to cross over
a dance so holy as to rise above
take flight
take on
all the demons facing us
and fling them back to their
unearthly home

poem build in me a fire
whose embers will last
through this unyielding winter
flames to lick the sky and
laugh at its chill
enough smoke to signal some hope to those
who wait for our safe return

poem I know it's a lot to ask
but you have done it before
and I know
I know
together
we're gonna make it through


***

What I'm reading:

The Hunger Games
and
Catching Fire

by Suzanne Collins

Monday, January 4, 2010

2010 - no regrets

I know you've got a little life in you yet
I know you've got a lot of strength left...

These years, these days that pile upon days - they're hard on all of us. hard on me.

but today is a new day and a new year and I'm trying to start something. and maybe start something by ending some things. I know I'm being cryptic, but it's my right... if you know me, I'm sure you can imagine some of the things I could end and be better for the ending.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JYxc5ftEzg


It's probably difficult to understand how the above link can be an anthem for new beginnings, but I think it talks a lot about regrets. We all have them, regrets about relationships, about personal goals unfulfilled. I don't want them this year. This year - I want to do right by me.

...All the things we should've said that were never said
All the things we should've done that we never did
All the things that
you wanted from me
All the things that that you needed
from me
All the things I should of given but I didn't


I want to say and do what I need to this year.
In some ways, I want to take my own hand and do what I need to do
for me.

...and perhaps allow myself the freedom to let go of some things - so I can grab hold of of what I need. I'm standing on the cusp of a new year, and I've got a lot of strength left.


What I'm reading:

The Bookseller of Kabul
by Asne Seierstad