Reflections of a Goddess

  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...

 As I write this post, the Sun is shining gloriously across the sky, peeking through the blinds in my living room window as I hear the intro to Mountain's "Because You Are My Friend."  The past week saw my ill with a cold that left me with just enough strength to work through  the week. Friday being the first day that I finally began to feel like myself. And I felt happy as I had two poetry workshops planned: one for each day. Alas, I didn't go Saturday because my body was  telling me to take a nap. When the alarm set for me to get up and go, my body was like,  And since I learned to listen to my body when it speaks, I didn't go. Sunday, I didn't go because mid kid called me up asking if I wanted to go to the stores with her. As my three daughters and I don't see each other often, I gladly take whatever opportunity to see them. And I have no qualms about it; I can really write anytime, and those workshops will roll around next month. So, I've behind in...

  🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱 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...

 Last night, I saw my oldest daughter perform in her dance group. Her origins in dance originating in Mexican Folkloric in elementary school and evolving through Latin dance and now hip hop. The most unique thing about this group is that it's all girls ranging in age from 5 - 6 to 32. They were all great and my mind was blown away by how well the young ones moved. And I reflected upon how important it was for the young girls to see the older ones performing all together like one big happy dancing family. The group is MVMT. After that, I went to one of my regular open mics on the north side to a piece that had the audience doing a clap and stomp rhythm for the stanzas that I then ended with a spoken word section. I'm realizing now that if I just pic one piece and focus on delivering that to the best of my ability, there's no need to do multiple pieces. I NEEDED that before, but I don't need it now.  The event always has snacks; fruit, popcorn, pretzels. But they messed u...

 Good afternoon, As I write this, I'm currently in Day Two of staying indoors because of the cold. It's currently three degrees in my city. Tomorrow will be the same, then for the rest of the week it'll warm up to the teens. I'm picky, I don't like the heat or the cold. My favorite season is fall, but in my city it only lasts about fifteen minutes.  I usually alternate between staying home one day and going out the next, unless I'm sick. And I only do that because nowadays every time anyone goes out, they're going to spend some money. Which is one hundred percent true, unless you're going for a walk. And honestly, who does that?  This week I'll go back to a job I left in November, to start a job I thought was better. But it really wasn't. As a matter of fact, it was worse in my aspects. Last year this year marked two firsts - walking out on a job and returning to a prior one. And they both feel right.  Items

 Good morning, Peeps! I went to bed uneventfully last night to wake up around 7a.m. to a winter fucking wonderland. It's SNOWING, I mean snowing without it disappearing the second it touches the ground! But then, I remind myself it IS January. Having a mild winter has spoiled me. If that's such a thing. I find myself instantly familiar with the scraping sound of a shovel moving the snow. As I type this, I now discern the shovel was plastic. Because metal shovels make a different sound! Wow, I just realized that! Which proves, beyond an unreasonable doubt that I'm extremely over-perceptive.  Last night I dreamt my oldest daughter and I were at a restaurant, and I ran into a former co-worker that was an assistant manager. As I'm classy, I don't want to be phony and create a 'fake name' so he shall remain nameless. He said my name, to which I'd always turn around because I'm thinking "Who the hell knows my name?" To look upon an older, heavier...

 To solve my weeks' long problem of whether or not to go out for NYE, fate solved it for me. I caught a cold December 26th. I COULD'VE gone out but as I was just getting over the cold, I decided against it. So, I stayed home and binged watched The Twilight Zone instead. I didn't watch the one on SciFi, opting for the Classic Drama channel on Pluto TV instead. I love TZ, it reminds me of my Mom, who got me into watching it. I gave her The Twilight Zone Companion Book years ago. Now, I have to buy a copy for myself. Some of my favorite episodes are as follows: The Midnight Sun The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street The Shelter Eye of the Beholder A Nice Place to Visit I've watched well into January 2nd and it felt good. Though, I'm not ashamed to say I did take a nap and set my alarm to 11:45pm to make sure I didn't miss it. Even though I wasn't out, I didn't want to go to sleep like it was just any other night. Because it wasn't, you know? It was import...