Too Tired

Sorry everyone, but I’m too tired to write a real post.

I hope this is a restful weekend for all!

Happy Thanksgiving!

I have a lot to be thankful for this year. For starters, I had family I hadn’t seen in a while come in for the holiday. Plus, I didn’t have to cook a big dinner; we went out and someone else cooked for us all. Although, this morning I decided to make breakfast – eggs and waffles.

The rest of my thanks are more personal and harder to put into words, so I’m not going to try. However, I will say that my life, while not perfect, is pretty darn good and I will always be thankful for my family.

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!

Movie Time

 I had to work this morning, as happens from time to time, so I’m not much for doing anything else at the moment. Therefore, I have camped out on the couch and am watching several live-action Disney movies on TBS. It’s something I find quite relaxing, especially since I’ve already seen them all before and know that I like them.

I hope everyone has an enjoyable weekend!

First Snow of the Season

It snowed for the first time this past Tuesday. It only snowed a few inches, but it’s stayed so cold since then, that there is still snow on the hill behind our house.

I was hoping the snow would hold off until the new year; my hopes have obviously been dashed. Oh well. The snow is still beautiful to look at and I’ve gotten much better at driving in it. So, all is not lost.

I hope everyone has a safe and warm weekend!

A Relaxing Sunday

This past week has been rather busy, so I never got around to my blog post yesterday. Today is my day off and I finally have the time to get some stuff done around the house.

I’m getting items checked off my to-do list while making pepperoni rolls (which take a while from start to finish). I don’t have a recipe for y’all today, just this quick note to say how warm and fragrant my house is becoming.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Poetry Month Wrap-Up

Thirty-one days of writing poems has come and gone. It wasn’t easy, but it was definitely worthwhile. I feel like I’ve accomplished something. A feat that hasn’t happened in a long time.

I’m pretty happy with what I wrote. I know that not all the poems are publish-worthy, at least not yet, but they’re all mine. I created each and every one of them and that’s something to be proud of.

It’s now November, which means that it’s NaNoWriMo time. However, after exerting so much energy over the last month just to get one poem written each day, I think I’m going to have to skip it this year.

Still, now that I’ve begun writing, I’m going to try to keep it up. Although, maybe at a lower frequency.

Have a great weekend everybody!

Poem Thirty-One

 

The Witching Hour

 

I can feel it in my bones as the hour draws near.

That time when worlds collide, when planes of

existence begin to blend together, creating rifts

and tears where none should exist. A weight begins

to settle in my stomach, a feeling of warmth that

spreads through my body – I must prepare.

 

I lay my tools on the alter in front of me: a bowl

of water, a dish of soil, a lit candle, smoking

incense, and a gleaming silver athame. Feeling

confident that all is as it should be, I settle back

on my heels and close my eyes, taking deep

purifying breaths for several minutes. As the

clock chimes three, my eyes snap open.

The witching hour is upon me.

 

The ritual is a familiar routine, bless the space,

invoke the elements, thank the ancestors. I feel

grounded as I commune with the spirits that guide

me. As my time in the circle draws to a close,

I once again show my gratitude for all the help

I have received over the previous year and ask

for guidance and protection in the year to come.

 

I place my sacred supplies back in their

designated homes and make my way to

the comfortable bed that is now beckoning

my weary body. Laying my head down on

my soft pillow, I drift off to sleep with happiness

in my heart and a clean slate for the new year.

Poem Thirty

 

Renewed Inspiration

 

When the end draws near and the job is nearly over,

after all your hard work, you imagine you’ll be filled

with relief, but somehow, it’s bittersweet. You know

you can relax, but you no longer have a set purpose,

a focus for your anxiety, a reason to motivate you.

How do you continue when your vision is done?

 

You find a new vision and set to work again.

Poem Twenty-Nine

 

Reminiscences

 

The air sweeps my hair back

as I round the corner, pumping

my legs on the pedals to keep

the wheels turning. The joy of

riding a bike I felt as a child has

come back to me. Memories of

gliding down a quiet, residential

street flood my brain as I pass a

dog walker, rounding yet another

corner of the park trail. I’m no

longer the same girl I was then,

but for just a moment, I feel

as carefree as I once did.

Poem Twenty-Eight

 

Migraine

 

It starts with a twinge,

a slight feeling of pressure

in my head that gradually

becomes a small pain. I

massage it, hoping it’ll

go away. Then I start to

notice that my head has

become hotter than normal.

And the pain has spread.

I take a couple Excedrin

and lay down, trying to

take the pressure off my skull.

With any luck, it’ll be gone

within the hour, or at least

by the next morning. If not,

a hot shower and extra sleep

may be just what is needed.

 

Thank goodness these only

happen on rare occasions.