March 2

Let’s Jump Into Bed

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I’ve started to make my bed each morning. This has never happened. Perhaps, psychologically I feel that if I make my bed it will help to tidy up my entire life which some days feels like a disaster. That, and it’s a small task that leaves a feeling of pride to start the day off.

My inner child is stoked.

“Yeah Mom, Dad! Take that!! I totally just made my bed!”

Life = winning.

Amessy bed1nd at the end of the day, it looks even more appealing to climb into.

But, in actuality, it’s the same level of comfort.

So, maybe this small step can be carried over into the rest of the mess. Truth is, we are all a little bit messy. Some of us aren’t exactly where we want or thought we would be in life. Relationship woes. Marriage woes. Financial woes. Emotional woes. Woe is me.

Some of us have really messy beds.

But, look closer. Is it really, ‘woe is me’?

Fuck that. Not today.

WHOA is me.

It’s all perception.

We are taught from a young age that you ‘should’ make your bed. And if you want to, go ahead. Really. I am.

Because I want to.

It can be as messy as you want it to be. (Unless you share it with someone, it might need a little compromise. I don’t have this problem… yet.) Still though, it might need a little fixing up before you crawl in – and if you make it too tightly, you might kick your feet so that it’s a bit more loose. A little breathing room, you might say. The trick is to find the right balance.

Regardless, it’s your bed. It doesn’t matter how perfect it is. It doesn’t matter how messy it is. It might change on a daily basis. Maybe you’ll go for month with nicely tucked in sheets. Maybe you’ll go for twenty years with pillows strewn across the floor.

What matters, is that it’s where magic happens. (Okay, as of lately, I don’t know what this is like, but whatever, you get the point.) It’s where magic CAN happen. It’s waiting. Calling your name. Dying for you to jump in, roll around and make love to it. How you decide to play – to explore in it is all up to you.

It’s where dreams are made.

All you have to do is show up.

(Maybe relax a little.)

Whoa…

This is a metaphor for life.

Sweet dreams.

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December 4

A Holiday Poem for the Whole Year

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T’was the month of December and all through the weeks,
A frenzy of folks, for ‘things’ they would seek

Pushing their way through the others in a scurry,
Get out of my way – Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Gizmos! And gadgets! And all the latest fads!
Surely, with all this ‘stuff’, no one will be sad!

But it’s not just Christmas, that we find objects to hold dear,
The religion of consumerism exists all through the year.

Cashing in on the sales, just think – the money we’ll save!
For more and more items, you can’t take to the grave.

For some of these folks, these ‘things’ provide solace – on this happiness they depend,
But for others – happiness is found – without a dime to spend.

An embrace, a smile, a gesture, a tender touch
Irreplaceable things – that really don’t cost much.

We get caught up in the parking lot mess, the debt, the stress
Some of us forget – the greatest gift of all – is an act of kindness.

If you want to give true items of gold,
Invest in the things that can’t be sold… memories, experiences, and tales to be told

For the things worth giving, are memories not forgot
They come with real value – because they can’t be bought

The useless crap we collect eventually serves its purpose
Winding up as garbage and junk, eventually worthless

Think not about what you want, but truly what you need
When you remove the clutter – is when you are freed

Collect possessions of love and desire – things that fill your heart inside
When you shop from outside-in, you’ll never really be satisfied

Because ‘things’ only offer moments that are soon to be fleeting
They are not the things that keep your heart beating.

If you don’t know what to give, there’s one true gift that everyone wants
Is the gift of happiness and love – it doesn’t come in a box

It’s not hanging on a rack or sitting on a shelf
And it surely isn’t glued together by elves.

For the gift of pure joy in the heart, is not a room to be furnished
Because it all derives from character – and character can’t be purchased.

Happy Holidays!

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