#Phoetry



A poet is someone who can pour light in a cup, then raise it to nourish your beautiful parched holy mouth. –Hafiz

Do you remember that song from a few decades, ago ... Once in a Lifetime ... Talking Heads.  It was the 80s anthem for the mid-life crisis.  I watched it when I was 12 and 13 years old not really getting the existential nuances of water holding us down, time not holding us back and the narrative of someone with a nice car and a hot wife wondering where their life went.  

I saw the movie Stop Making Sense from Talking Heads when I was around the same age ... not admitting, at the time, that none of it made sense to me.  

We all have two lives. The second one starts when we realize that we only have one. –Confucius

And now as a 43-year-old mother of two, I get it.  

When did I go from being the person who tried to play Beatles records backwards and attend Grateful Dead shows to being the person promoting the school auction?  

When did I start to focus more on paying bills rather than paying attention?

Can't a little bit of my old rebellious side pop into my daily adulting?   

Most of us abandon our old dreams in a series of mini daily choices, morphing into grown ups and mother-of-the-year wannabes.

Where did this person go who I once was?
 
It's a fleeting thought every once in a while, when I'm elbow deep in laundry.

Picasso once said that: "The purpose of art is washing the dust of everyday life off of our souls."

If your life is feeling PRETTY dusty, I welcome you into the phoetry fold.  The place where laundry doesn't bury us ... it instead becomes inspiration for art.  

Little laundered moments of beauty and creativity in everyday life.  
A few minutes a day dedicated to making the ordinary extraordinary.  

I'm in here somewhere.  Maybe check under that pile of laundry...

I am devoted to seeing my life in a way that delights my eyes rather than wearing me down. So this is my steak in the ground.  This is the location of the buck stop.  

This is where I dust myself off and create.

Won't you join me?


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