People Who Eat in Coffee Shops
Posted: November 6, 2014 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Yoga | Tags: coffee, culture, Education, Edward Field, kindness, love, Poem, Poetry, Prose, writting 9 Comments…
People who eat in coffee shops
are not worried about nutrition.
They order the toasted cheese sandwiches blithely,
followed by chocolate egg creams and plaster of paris
wedges of lemon meringue pie.
They don’t have parental, dental, or medical figures hovering
full of warnings, or whip out dental floss immediately.
They can live in furnished rooms and whenever they want
go out and eat glazed donuts along with innumerable coffees,
dousing their cigarettes in sloppy saucers.
The Raspberries in My Driveway
Posted: July 31, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: Erica Jong, gratitude, love, nature, Omaha, passion, Poem, Poetry 10 Comments…
The raspberries
in my driveway
have always
been here
(for the whole eleven years
I have owned
but have not owned
this house),
yet
I have never
tasted them
before.
Always on a plane.
Always in the arms
of man, not God,
always too busy,
too fretful,
too worried
to see
that all along
my
driveway
are red, red raspberries
for me to taste.
Shiny and red,
without hairs—
unlike the berries
from the market.
Little jewels—
I share them
with the birds!
On one perches
a tiny green insect.
I blow her off.
She flies!
I burst the raspberry
upon my tongue.
In my solitude
I commune
with raspberries,
with grasses,
with the world.
The world was always
there before,
but where
was I?
Ah raspberry—
if you are so beautiful
upon my ready tongue,
imagine
what wonders
lie in store
for me!
small boy
Posted: July 24, 2014 Filed under: Meditation, Yoga | Tags: compassion, kindness, love, nebraska, Norman MacCaig, Omaha, Poem, Poetry, small boy 12 Comments…
He picked up a pebble
and threw it into the sea.
And another, and another.
He couldn’t stop.
He wasn’t trying to fill the sea.
He wasn’t trying to empty the beach.
He was just throwing away,
nothing else but.
Like a kitten playing
he was practising for the future
when there’ll be so many things
he’ll want to throw away
if only his fingers will unclench
and let them go.
Zen Living
Posted: November 14, 2013 Filed under: Random Workout, Yoga | Tags: Arts, blogging, compassion, Dick Allen, family, freshly pressed, friends, gluten free, happiness, health, hope, Infinity Wellness Omaha, kindness, Ladies who launch Omaha, life, love, lululemon, Lululemon Athletica, marathon, meditation, motivation, musings, natural, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, perspective, pilates, Poem, Poetry, Prose, Religion and Spirituality, running, trail running, whole foods, writing, yoga, Zen 8 Comments…
*Side Note*
Tomorrow afternoon form 3-7 PM I would love to have you as a guest at Infinity Wellness Omaha. The Ladies who launch Omaha will be having a PamperYourself Event, just in time for the holidays! As a dude, events like this are great. No fussing about at the mall looking for parking, wandering around Lululemon getting “distracted” … All your holiday shopping treats in one spot, in and out – simple. I look forward to seeing you there!
A Vote For the Gentle Light
Posted: November 7, 2013 Filed under: Random Workout, Yoga | Tags: art, blogging, Charles Bukowski, compassion, Depression, family, freshly pressed, happiness, health, hope, kindness, life, Light, love, lululemon, meditation, mental health, Mood, motivation, musings, nature, Omaha, paleo, passion, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Prose, relationships, strength, whole foods, writing, yoga 8 Comments…
a vote for the gentle light
burned senseless by other people’s constant
depression,
I pull the curtains apart,
aching for the gentle light.
it’s there, it’s there
somewhere,
I’m sure.
oh, the faces of depression, expressions
pulled down into the gluey dark.
the bitter small sour mouths,
the self-pity, the self-justification is
too much, all too much.
the faces in shadow,
deep creases of gloom.
there’s no courage there, just the desire to
possess something––admiration, fame, lovers,
money, any damn thing
so long as it comes easy.
so long as they don’t have to do
what’s necessary.
and when they don’t succeed they
become embittered,
ugly,
they imagine that they have
been slighted, cheated,
demeaned.
then they concentrate upon their
unhappiness, their last
refuge.
and they’re good at that,
they are very good at that.
they have so much unhappiness
they insist upon your sharing it
too.
they bathe and splash in their
unhappiness,
they splash it upon you.
it’s all they have.
it’s all they want.
it’s all they can be.
you must refuse to join them.
you must remain yourself.
you must open the curtains
or the blinds
or the windows
to the gentle light.
to joy.
it’s there in life
and even in death
it can be
there.
CultFit 