Poem: Getting through this

So this is where we find ourselves.

Literally. And figuratively.

This moment, filled with the palpable weight of how-will-we-get-beyond-this?

Well, to get beyond this, we must get through this.

But let it be with conscious, deliberate intent.

Engaging that potential harbinger of clarity, breath, 

Harnessing her strength, setting a course for land.

Inviting along the invisible and visible forces of love,

A heartfelt call for all hands on deck. 

After all, if truly loving, we can but only thrive with them on the crew.

Surely this is the most loving place to embark upon solutions? Surely this is a most helpful beginning to getting through this?

C. Y. O. Xx

Seen on the Escalator

Exiting the train, I joined the escalator queue headed street side. Glancing down, I claimed the step for my journey.  Glancing up, I noticed the man in front of me was dancing. At first I mistook it as being surreptitious. But watching him more carefully, I realized that in the slow, contained circling of his hips, joined seconds later by a graceful, yet still contained, coming together of both arms, akin to a stirring motion, in front of his body, he was just adapting the moves to the confines of the space. A few seconds of watching the effects of the music, in his ears only, coursing through his body and spying a smile when he briefly paused in profile, there was no doubt in my mind that despite the space limitations, he was very much feeling it😊

March

February took the midnight train outta town last night, and a minute later, March, well, marched through the door. Time’s gonna spring forward with her in town. Literally. 😉 She might even help you out with a bit ‘o cleaning 😉Enjoy her visit ♥️ C. Y. O. Xx