You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer and understand; for all that is life.

– Jidda Krishnamurti


Read every little word

Every little word

Will add up

And someday speak to you

Speak back to you

Through your

Thoughts

On this page

Read every little word, girl

Soak them up

Inhale them in

Take the time to let

Each character

Add character

And round your edges

Conture your mind

And wrinkle

Your brow

Your beautiful brain

Read every little word

Each story a new world

A new universe to experience

Planting seed after seed

In imagination

Read every little word


Last night, I sat on my deck and talked life and love and ‘declittering’ (def. – verb: the act of a man removing superfluous female attachments from a his life and phone contacts) with my buddy, Jim. I’m not being Kon Mari’d by him. Although, I was Kon Mari’d a few weeks ago by someone else. Such is life and I don’t pretend to understand all of it. What I did understand last night, was that the pink clouds fanned out across the sky in a way that captivated my eyes and made me glowingly happy that it is finally spring and warm enough to sit outside in the evening. Time moves forward and that I understand. Interestingly enough, Jim just started voice lessons so we talked singing, and my book club, and hiking, and relationships, and what brings us joy.

Those pink clouds are still captivating my imagination. Joy is in the sky and the clouds. I understand that the suffering of life is what I choose, sometimes. Sometimes not. In choosing is living. As always, I should choose more wisely to live more wisely. But damn, I have had an adventure choosing as I have. I feel a bit like an adventure is coming. I don’t know what shifted between yesterday and today but I feel a lightness inside that had been missing. Perhaps it was because I finally got enough sunlight and sleep to feel properly human.

Have you ever had a BLT with fried green tomatoes stacked with an egg fried over medium, so it’s just a little yolky? The tartness of the tomato and the creamy richness of the yolk mix perfectly with the salty bacon and crisp, cool lettuce. That is a sandwich to revel in, friends. It tasted as magnificent as the pink streaks of the setting sun last night.

Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are. – Bertolt Brecht

Take your bite of life and chew like hell.

Audaciously,

Allie