We’re too far away from the pools.
Mum unfolds the sprinkler in the backyard and lets us play in the water.
My brother loves this shit.
He squeals with delight and makes sure I watch his latest Street Fighter moves.
It’s hot with a cool breeze, the only way Melbourne summer can get, up and down like a bipolar off meds.
I feel the warm mud under my feet, I play with it between my toes.
“Liza, you weren’t watching!”
I turn to appease my brother, “Ok, do it again.”
How’s mum going to get this wet grass off the floor inside?
My brother karate chops the water in midair, “Did you see that?” he screams.
“Awesome stuff!” I tell him.
Magic at its finest.
April’s pink moon came from the herb moss pink, or wild ground phlox, which is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names for this month’s celestial body include the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and among coastal tribes the Full Fish Moon, because this was the time that the shad swam upstream to spawn.
I love this. Ok, here are my Egg Moon offerings:
I let go of putrid skin.
I let go of weed-like grooves.
I let go of degradation.
I cultivate inner value.
I cultivate being held.
I cultivate upleveling.
As I continue exploring Magic, I return to my Creed:
1. I believe in Evolution, the process of upleveling.
2. Humor and Belly laughs unite us.
3. Yoga, meditation, and a healthy lifestyle are my jams.
4. If it’s not a “Hell Yes!” I’m not doing it.
5. I cry when I sing.
6. I believe empathy is the secret sauce for healing and change.
7. Curiosity and Beginner’s Mind are the most frequented tools in my toolbox.
8. I Have Time is my new religion.
9. My father’s death reminds me how fleeting this life is.
10. Love is Love is Love is Love is Love.
Extreme focus ready to rock the day.
Mind at the service of the body.
At the ready,
What do you WANT to do today?
God, I get so overwhelmed by possibility.
Today’s explorations are endless!
It is like energy bottled, and ready for drinking.
And then here’s the thing:
I fear someone will take it away.
I fear I have to give it up, take on someone else’s wishes.
It haunts me. I stiffen at the idea of it.
And then (the irony), I yearn for it.
Maybe some rest, or going over there is a better choice.
Bills, calls, dishes, laundry, etc,
The unexpectedness of life,
Freedom is having the choice
To use my own velocity the way I want to.
To make decision deep within the soils of the soul
So I can birth strong roots to grow a magnificent plant
With leaves that stretch for days,
To nurture not just her,
But all those around her.
It’s the same ol’
Tit for tat
Just like that
How many times
Do I have to ask
Why isn’t it done yet?
Lost in translation
All the best of intentions
The other side doesn’t get it
Just, accept things as is.
Make me feel better
Let me rest
Take the reigns
It can all go away.
Impatience taking over layers of exhaustion
The same ol’
Like a monologue on repeat
A record with no stop to it
Where did it all go?
I don’t want to go to bed like this
And it’s happened all week
Close my eyes
Dreams, sweep me
Let EscapeLand whisk me
Tomorrow will be better
We’ll be nicer to each other
A new page,
A new day.