Some afternoons ask for nothing. A small table. Espresso. The world moving somewhere beyond you. Stay long enough to notice what remains when the noise becomes background. Maybe peace isn’t found. Maybe it’s finally noticed. #coffeezenlove
#coffeezenlove
Coffee, still warm. Leaves changing. People moving through their own stories while you settle into yours. Today, practice staying here. Phone down. Shoulders loose. L etting the first sip have your full attention. There is care in this small pause. You can feel how much I need it, how quickly I usually hurry past it….
Week Starts, But I Already Started Writing
Number of ways. And more than a simple choice, or decision or declaration. Embodiment, and moving my mode to one that doesn’t entail as much thinking. That’s right, think less. As in, WAY less. Everything from whim today, and for the foreseeable. Lunch with the Nurse has me riled and impossible to calm. Why? The…
Moving quick this morning. Training for MDU Acquisition.
Many of its properties and practices quite the same as being an AE. Far as I know, anyway. Sipping coffee, and seeing the small steps as the most determinant and expansive with impact. Not one negative or nay-saying shake in my senses, none. 9:08am, and calming further. Up early this morning, with no fail. No…
Happy Bride
Nearing the day, and always smiling. ♥️
A coffee date with…
A Nurse.
Class done. PEACE OF MIND, the idea I’m leaving with.
Something to build upon… something to, I don’t know… fix a certain way. On the Road in a little less than two hours. Till then…. Writing. Making a mess. Brainstorming on the idea of the painter approach, just fucking fill the canvas. With this Story… Former college English Instructor, wine industry, now in tech/internet/telecom or…
Friday. Not that I’m one of those Friday rahrahrah people…
Class in 17 minutes. Looking at this at anything but sales or sales-related. EVERYTHING Heights Highway, where I’m placing everything. Even myself. Consolidating in the easiest way, and that’s what I’m learning to appreciate – when something is made simple, more singularized, it is more applicable, or useful, more adaptable I guess. Too many want…
CHANGE
Day closing but I’m not slowing. Writing any thought feeling dream fantasy worry or possibility that comes to this writer. Writing everything, literally everything. Thinking of a class of SB, then I’ll acquire that. 36 DAYS…. Consolidating journals. Counted how many active ones I have going and.. no. That has to change. It’s just me…..
After some time away from the desk, I lack energy.
I talk myself back into being ALIVE as I said earlier, with the early morning espresso-lit liveliness by, yes, making espresso. Back from trip to downstairs coffee bar, focused on my energy and writing to write, making sense later. Fasting till, well, some point in evening. 36 days…. Kids arriving tomorrow, can’t wait to see…
Just DECIDED…
NEW DAY Deciding that stressing and overthinking are illegal. More like a ruling. Like I’m a judge in my own court. Creating feeling, and fuck the result, consequence, response, whatever. You know how amazing this feels? One deadline for day, later. I’m here, in this Beat, moment, scene, and not trying to fix or improve…
Almost time to be on the Road for an hour-plus.
Killing time, looking though old pics, and I find one of my daughter, and she can’t be more than 6 months, I would say. Actually, 6 months, 1 day. Wow… Got rid of some books on my desk, Kerouac and Sedaris. It was hard, but then asked myself why hang on? Nothing more, and shed…
…a couple steps.
Class done. Working on CZL… setting up an account. Need to wait a couple days for a verification. UGH… just keep posting, I tell myself. The CZL idea now forms into a way of life mode, seeing beauty in the simple. So what is it, beyond the visuals…??? Seeing something in the moment. And it…