Rise no Shine,
I start a new.
Make warm coffee,
I head upstairs,
sit down,
I get to work.
New routine,
Committing to,
The process.
Little changes,
Consistency,
Until my World looks different.
My brother got me a monthly coffee shipment,
That helps.
I worry when I get to the end of something,
Unless I'm living in a state of abundance,
I squirrel tuck away enough,
to have a little another day.
It's a skill.
I'd do good rationing on Mars,
or in an apocalypse.
Maybe this is practice,
I don't know.
I meditate,
light some sage, palo santo,
My favorite noise - silence.
I go in.
The dog is quiet,
The patient, resting,
Quietly i tip toe,
into my new rising.
Making room,
Finding space,
rearranging.
Wasting nothing.
Repurposing throw aways,
all in an effort to eliminate waste.
What is art,
if not the purest gift of expression,
A means to put what is trapped inside-out.
Building strength for release to let things go.
Without need for justification, approval or compensation.
Listening to the wind,
dancing gently,
inside stillness,
ride the crest for grander moves.
Watch it burn and let it go.
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