Cherry blossoms and bravery - Day 5 of 30 day writing challenge

I want a tattoo with cherry blossoms. Symbolizing bravery, love, wisdom and spiritual awareness, I need them most on my left side of my body. This is the side of receiving, yin and not doing. I need to celebrate all of who I am and never allow myself to forget how to receive all that I deserve. Seriously...

30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

Image: DRACONES TATTOO- salon tatuaje bucuresti: SKETCH CHERRY BLOSSOMS

You'd think that would be easy to do? Not for me. You should hear the voices in my head, the best ones being while I'm lying in bed convincing myself to get up soon and drink coffee so that the voices are more clear—and as loud as possible so I can release them into the conscious world before burning them out in my 2-hour morning yoga class.

Easier with ink?

For some reason I have decided that the only way to burn them out of me is to first allow them to speak! Is this how it's supposed to work? I don't care. It's my way.

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To wander without being lost - Day 4 of 30 day writing challenge

30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

Not all those who wander are lost. ~J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm wandering... and wondering why it is that some days I prefer to let all the chaos build up inside me before I can make a clear thought. Today, I'm feeling it energetically so words are not coming easily—only gibberish. Maybe this is my test to see what happens to me when I don't do yoga.

Call it indecisiveness, but I call it wandering. I drift from one idea—which I research in great detail and almost go for it, impulsively—and then I bail. But when I bail (close the website or walk out of the store), I still keep it in my mind. Its imagery remains imprinted on my mind.

When trying to make a big decision, it has to feel right. I don't ask a ton of friends or experts for advice. I know. Sometimes I don't know why. I could explain my inkling of an idea to someone but in the end, when I see It, it may be completely different

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Coffee now - Day 3 of 30 day writing challenge

Coffee on couch with fluffy cat

30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

I'm up early waiting for my coffee to brew. I usually am at early morning Mysore-style yoga by now. Today I am trying something new. I will attempt to take my daughter to breakfast before school and then go to yoga. And it's ok that I'm late on Fridays because I can jam through my sequence in 45 minutes today, or finish up in solitude in the room downstairs from the studio—which is perfect if I start crying

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How to make up with a teenager - Day 2 of 30 day writing challenge

30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

The best way to make up with a teenage girl is to just give her back her electronics and not care if she is watching the Vampire Diaries instead of doing homework. At least she ripped pages out of the Twilight book earlier today in her boredom, so we have a clue. Vampires. That is probably the whole issue. I remember when I was fascinated by them myself.

you really do know nothing

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Living vicariously - Day 1 of 30 day writing challenge

30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

Joslyn Hamilton made me do this. Or her babies did—the two cute new twins whom I have yet to meet but feel like I have. I am living vicariously through her Instagram photos and Facebook videos. Actually I’m reliving my own 3-babies-in-a-row life before I was on social media.

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Today I will write a manifesto: Writing my future with full clarity

image: Kirsten Honeyman pacifichorticulture.comI put it in my calender that today I will write a manifesto. I thought about this in yoga this morning. I started writing in my mind. Then—after coming home—I decided to go back to a second yoga class in a row in order to get psyched; it was Bikram yoga no less. It was a physical yoga manifesto. Now, back at home, I am writing this blog instead. I will probably do the dishes next.

My cat knows something is up. He has positioned himself in a new spot today by the heat vent near my desk. He is watching me. Cats are mind readers. They know things. He is watching me as if he sees the future floating above my head.

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part five

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part five

when? whenever i feel like it. that's when.

Continuing on from sometimes silenced, part four of Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, somtimes the words don't come.

When are you going to write poetry? Do you have to feel like it to write poetry?

...when it's all wrong

It‘s obvious to me that creative words come from the heart and the soul of life, which when flowing freely come sporadically. It is what’s in the silence in between moments.

When it’s all wrong—when all avenues are clogged—the words hide behind what’s tender and unspoken. As if being controlled by some other force, they lie dormant crying unheard, alone.

Expressions of apathy take the place of worlds of hurt, anguish, love and tenderness. They scream “you don’t care anyway so why should I speak.”

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Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part four

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part four

cotton in my brain, in my heartContinuing on from asleep but not forgotten, part three of Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, as the wind blows, I know why I'm a writer.

...sometimes slienced

Sometimes the words don’t come—well only the ones that no one wants to hear. These are the times when I need them the most. It’s when I desperately wish I could write a wonderful book just for me to read, so that I will believe that it’s possible to touch another being in this moment.

Now, words frozen inside me, stuck in oblivion, I am clogged and cold. Without the waterfall of thoughts de-corking my heart, I am like stone.

The thoughts are in my heart. My heart is broken. My love has been squashed on and made to feel worthless. All of my feelings—made best into soulful words—have nowhere safe to be.

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