Reflections of a Goddess

I bought a planner at Ross last December for eight bucks. I was never a 'planner' type of person, preferring to write appointments, etc on a big grid calendar instead. So, it was a new experience when I cracked it open New Year's Day. The front cover says -  with '2024' underneath it. It has monthly tabs, sections for birthdays, goals and  notes. As of today's date, I'm finally getting into the groove of it. And I'll admit it felt funny as hell not writing things up on the calendar. Which was annoying because at some point the ink in the pen would dry up from writing at that angle and I'd be annoyed while quickly hunting for another one. But as the planner isn't on the wall, that no longer happens. I find myself skimming over the monthly calendars to focus on the daily section. At the end of the month, I calculate how often I went to open mics/poetry workshops, the number of workouts (ugh) and how many submissions I made for the month. Using stic...

  Last night, February 23rd I went to the listed event. The host invited me and I took a lyft there and back as I usually don't venture very south or north because of public transportation. Though I'm a poet, in no way, shape or form do I consider myself a spoken word artist. So I profoundly respect anyone who is because it's difficult. Until I went to an event, I've only imagined it difficult in terms of memorizing content. But now I see it's also about summoning the deepest parts of oneself out into the atmosphere completely yet without losing oneself in the emotions they're expressing. I knew it would be great, and it was better than I've ever imagined. I see now spoken word is deeply personal, more often than not facing difficult subjects and even more difficult personal navigation of said subjects. Everyone was so good, I mean, 'blown out of the water' good. Seriously, everyone commanded the space as soon as they stood up. I don't know if I...

  🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱 You know that feeling when you WANT to go back to sleep, but can't? You ignore that nagging voice in your head that's louder than you'd like it to be that says, "Get up, get up." But I only ignored it once, so I got up. Once thing I've learned the hard way, when my body talks to me I listen. Whatever it says, I do. So I got up, telling myself at least I'll get something done. Which is why I'm typing this to you right now. Laying It on Straight to My Younger Self     Flush from your soul the idea that to survive you have to be a weak sister. That’s horsefeathers! Trust in all the brainchilds that come your way. Embrace the rip-snorter moments when they arrive.   On a regular basis, immerse yourself in auras of moxie. Natch, you are a live wire and a queen. Any greenbacks you get, stash. Hug your Old Lady every chance you get. You’ll miss her terribly after she buys the farm.   Flip your wig the second...