solitude

In solitude I retrieve old thoughts

I realize what I cautiously leave out in a crowd

Looking outward and taking deep breaths, I let go of myself

So that I may be free

Grey skies with peaks of sun adorn my creativity and passion within

Instead of voices and faces engaging in my presence

Nature and her beauty guide my senses

I reach within myself so freely in solitude

All I need is this quiet of nature

How beautiful it is to discover yourself and praise the moments

That helped you want to rise up

Every bit of me feels as light as a feather

Peace, I feel

And all my questions remain unanswered.

freedom

I doted and I bore

too much to handle

and I pressed on forgiveness

too much, too often

and then I held your hand -

an attempt to understand

that letting go is where you are

and now,

I can live.

without all the words

While waiting for the bus, the sun gleamed on my face and obstructed my view of the woman standing in front of me. Her luggage stood alone a little further away from where she was standing. She was clasping on to her laptop. We stood a meter a part, but I could sense there were words on the tip of her tongue. So I looked her way and smiled when our eyes met. "Is this the building...?" She mouthed the words without expression, but I felt her discomfort, and her anxiety as she clasped on to her laptop. I told her she was at the right place. She told me she is from Uganda. She has come here to complete a course for the summer. I began to understand the reason for her discomfort, her anxiety. She spoke confidently, but there were traces of concern in her speech. I noticed her attire and the condition of her laptop. She stood out, though I know she didn't mean to. "Canadians are very nice" She spoke without smiling. I noticed my bus. "First, at the airport I met a nice person...and now you." I was a little sad to leave. I took my seat on the bus, and looked out the window. She was gone. Her luggage was gone. It was only a matter of minutes, and she had disappeared. The place she stood in looked so different. I learned so much in a matter of minutes. There was an understanding between the words. 

Into the sea

a tribute to the big bad Woolf 

Into the sea

Out of her mind

Finally she submerges

Into blissful nothingness

No more irritating thoughts

Or physical pain brought on by

Her Body reacting to a mental cry

A beautiful day in Ottawa

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breathe

finally a moment

to catch your breath

before you fall

deep

into a well of confusion  

do I crawl, do I run

do I take my time

inhale…hold it (1, 2,3…)

exhale… slowly (1,2,3…)

you feel peace

creeping

into your skin

take the palm

of your hands

and place it

on either side of your head

massage it slowly with your

fingers

close your eyes.

inhale…

exhale…

don’t think

be still and listen

to your body

feel your strength

Confucius said: 

“When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don't adjust the goals, adjust the action steps.”