Wandering the abyss

A bucket to the Sea

Ever empty, I return again….

Perhaps a faulty belief system

So deeply wired-

Change becomes the

waiting game ;

Alas, my turn has come

and gone…..

Yet, I still continue to play

As disillusionment

Becomes hope;

Albeit dimmed

Shining its tiny spark -

A beacon within…..

The Waiting Game was originally published in Soul Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

The Awakening of the Soul

While painful, it brings profound

Awareness to my heart

And it is a beautiful, melancholy, eye-opening vista.

Traveling to the land of regrets

Falling into the abyss below

I am Alice.

Awakening to dream

The journey is ever painful.

I am reminded of the souls.

Before me

Beside me

Behind me

Walking the

Yellow Brick Road

Learning time again

The journey home…

Always begins within.

Living in regret negates the journey of all.

Who accompanied me on this path to self-awareness.

Souls who brought knowledge, joy, sadness, beauty,
pain, laughter, love, and life.

So I dive into the well of humility and find-
the depths shallow

As gratitude rises to the surface with blessings,
adrift in the ebb and flow

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I am Alice was originally published in Soul Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

I Should’ve Bought the Doughnut” a Powerful Way to Look at the Happy, Sad, WTF Moments of our Lives.

What began as a woe is me …rant, a pity party ensuing from a long, tenacious week of adulting through what seemed like a cornucopia of WTF moments — starting with a fourth degree burn — instead turned into a much-needed reality check about something I have always known.

But I digress…

Let me begin at the beginning, which started off with a bang — literally.

I kicked off my week by opting not to buy a much-desired, sugar-coated confection at the local doughnut shop and chose to make a healthy alternative: oatmeal.

Feeling proud of myself as I filled a pan with water, turned on the burner, and began to wash some fruit, I ignored the immediate smell of something burning, assuming it was just residuals of food left on the burner. Turns out, I turned on the wrong burner — a burner housing a glass pie dish filled with brownies, and mere nanoseconds later, kaboom! Molten hot chocolate goo and glass shattered everywhere, with a fly-by piece hitting my arm before embedding itself in the linoleum floor.

That was Monday. I should have bought the doughnut.

The rest of the week followed suit with newfound health concerns, financial stresses, and the passing of a beloved pet, culminating with me coasting on fumes to an appointment I was already tardy for.

To say I was feeling out of sorts, overwhelmed, and off my game last week would be an understatement. By the time Saturday evening came I was mentally and physically exhausted from pondering the daily grind — everything from the mundane to the perceived woes — when my son came to me with his own pity party.

How very serendipitous I thought, the irony not lost on me as I listened to him, with all the teen angst one could muster, announce that life as he knew it was kaput, over, as something important had broken on his new guitar, and according to Google and YouTube, which we all know is the gospel, not even grown men can fix once broken.

After he finished with his woes, and because I was determined for one thing to go right in the week, I explained to him that there was good news. I’m not a grown man, but I am a mom, and even more so, a firm believer in the impossible. Had he not, I asked, ever seen any of my posts or hashtags, such as #siximpossiblethingsbeforebreakfast? This response did not amuse him.

So I grabbed my tweezers and performed what grown men could not do (according to Google and YouTube) to my son’s astonishment, and as if right on cue, thunder sounded and rain fell from the sky. It was a glorious moment; I released the breath I’d been holding in all week and simply breathed, as a realization came over me.

It’s one I have always known, yet in times of woe so easily forgotten: everything is but a moment — a happy, sad, wonderful, woe is me, imperfectly perfect, glorious, and sometimes WTF moment.

However, how we choose to live those moments is the icing on the cake, or in my case, the sugar on the doughnut.

Today begins a new week and I found myself back at the doughnut shop, only this time there was no debate or question as to whether to buy the doughnut. I bought it, and promptly gave it to the homeless man who frequents there. Then I drove home and made the oatmeal sans explosion, ready to face the week ahead and any WTF moments it may bring.

A Powerful Way to Look at the Happy, Sad, WTF Moments of our Lives. was originally published in Soul Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Sky aglow in wonder

Celestial infinity

Forever… a mere moment

​Basking in fragility

Wandering, but not lost

Seeking, but still not found

Reaching for a distant star

Eternally bound

Luminous is the shining light

Not unlike my own

Gleaming in the distance

A place… called home

Wandering, but not lost

Seeking, but still not found

I ponder the alternate dream

Adrift amid its sound

The music a hushed lullaby

One with my heart

Entwining the soul-

To a timeless love…

Parallel worlds apart

Wandering, but not lost

Seeking, but still not found

Illuminating is the distant star

Eternally bound

Alternate Dream was originally published in Zen Poetry on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Sun reigns high

A summer bloom

No days of waning

Amid the yellow hues

Yet… fall still beckons

With the dancing leaves

A hint of Autumn

In a summertime breeze

Summertime Breeze was originally published in Zen Poetry on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Tasha (Tashi) you touched our hearts and souls

with yours… bringing such happiness

to our world💜

We will remember you forever

Your light greets in the

first morning rays of dawn

filtering through my window

A calming presence

to the start of day…

I still see your happy smile

and it brings a smile to my heart

in fond memories

and moments shared

The lovely song in your voice

when you would greet us

hello…

How you liked to

stretch each morning (stretchy)

How you loved running

through the yard

And how can I forget the time

you buried my reading glasses-

It took me days to find them🙃😊

You were/are a very special soul

The sweetest we will ever know

I always thought you looked liked a fawn🤎

Your eyes so pretty

Your smile… kind and gentle

We miss you everyday and

wish for you an amazing

and beautiful next life…

We’ve planted flowers

all the colors of you

in places you liked to lie

And an orchid in the window

where you slept nearby

A beautiful reminder of you

May your soul feel joy

chasing starlight and

catching moonbeams

May your heart feel free

Lying beneath the shade of

your favorite tree

May your spirit visit often

Bringing with it comfort and peace

For yours is the kindest/sweetest soul ours will ever know

We miss you always, but feel so very blessed in

knowing we can still find you in the sun’s warm

shimmering rays where often you would lie

watching the lizards play

And when I look into the night

gazing upon the sky

I know you are smiling bright

beside the crescent moon

Where I will take solace in

thoughts of you…

Remembrance of moments in which your soul brought smiles

You liked Popsicles and broccoli, Monday morning bagels, walks in the park and drives in the car, though the destination was always your happiness… especially Saturday nights where you would visit with your besties…

You inspired in your unconditional love❤️

And you’ve raised the bar high my best girl ever…

I will look for you eternally in dream 💫

May the journey you travel now be one of wondrous reverie and may your beautiful soul… grow flowers wherever you go

Remembrance of moments in which your soul brought smiles was originally published in Be Open - Writers & Readers Pub on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Butterfly wings

Days without end

Raindrops of moments

Adrift in the wind

Jade petals

Iridescent on the vine

Lingering to smell the Jasmine

I lose… to time

Wandering on pause

Like a bubble of champagne

Caught up in reverie

I forget the mundane

Remembering to breathe

Lavender evokes

No longer lost

Suddenly awoke

Lost Musings was originally published in Zen Poetry on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.