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she thanked God for all of it…

i make long lists of all the things i’m grateful for

i live quietly and love my small circle of loved ones ferociously

i thank God for all of it

wearing my father’s old military jacket

Adorned with my mother’s old pin,

her mother’s old pin,

And a pin of my own that maybe my daughter will wear on her father’s old jacket one day i smile wide as this beautiful man snaps my picture just before the concert begins

she thanked God for all of it…

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September Reign/Rain

I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.

As it thundered and stormed

she prepared to leave

all-weather she was

Come inside! yelled the fretful

You won’t survive! yelled the fearful

like an owl her head turned to face them one last time

is this what you call living?

resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity

Inside these boxes – surviving

this could be your last September she said to them all

silence weighed heavy on the moment

nothing was the same

they could never go back

true colors had been shown

from the lessons she had grown

You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully

not my business either way she said with a smile

good luck in this lifetime

Now it’s time for me to live mine

stepping into the storm she became one

with the wind

the rain

the pain

and burst into golden light

Transcending the bullshit

Hello October

Are you ready to start over?

A-musing

he takes pictures

i search for cafes open at 1am

we are partners in time

experiencing life together in way that can only be captured partially by any medium

A kaleidoscope of action and emotion driven by a love that seems only to grow with time

he orders us kombucha

i sketch his face in my notebook

we are partners in time

Silence & Chatter

heart silence is louder then mind chatter

balance found between sight and sound

between light and profound

between words of wisdom and works of wisdom

heart silences the chattering mouth of mind

now body sleeps

as spirit creeps

into every

auricle and ventricle

cell and seam

free wheeling healing and making space for clarity’s gifts

heart silence is louder then mind chatter

As Is Lovin’

Not being loved and accepted as is, by myself and others, has taught me to love and accept people, situations, things, and me as is.

I know this isn’t always easy with all the standards, judgments, mask-wearing and blah blah blah swirling around us but;

To be loved just as you are is powerful.

To be loved just as you are is healing.

To be loved just as you are is Godly.

To be loved just as you are is sacred.

It’s interesting, it seems to me that ”as is loving” incites growth and expansion organically.

I stand in gratitude.

Thank you for loving me as I am.

Writer’s Note : Mantra on white board in video created by Tanaaz

Moody & Co.

My brother was born on the day of my birthday party.

Growing up I hated this story.

Laughs

Now I thank God and my parents for the gift of him.

He constantly reminds to be who I am no matter and that I deserve to say what I want and pursue it.

These reminders come in his words and actions.

I am blown away by who he is and who he is becoming.

Thank you big little brother.

Happy Bornday David ✨

Love,

Tiffany