Thursday, January 28, 2010


written 02-03-04

stretching in the light of the microwave
legs straight & palms on the floor
waiting for my heating pad & my moment to come.

it takes less than three minutes for my heat pad, but my moment has no arrival date

no foreshadowing of its occurrence
no hint of it's magnitude or flavor

only hope assures me that it will one day come.

waiting instead of seeking

Monday, January 18, 2010

ga ga goo goo

Everything I do matters. From getting up in the morning and brushing my teeth to starting a company to dating someone to deciding what to do on the weekend. It’s all a part of the make-up that is me. I am the culmination of every choice I’ve ever made in my life, from conception.

And when it comes to doing things each day with intention – that’s when the mighty baby step comes in handy. I only have to do a little each day to get a ton done.

The baby steps that I take aren’t for the distance they cover but to put myself within reach of life's magic.

As the Universe says, I don't hoist my sails to move the boat, but to put myself within reach of the wind. Hoist, baby, hoist, baby, 1, 2, 3.

Just like I don't sing in the car to be heard.