21st of December

Remember, remember the 21st of December
A house full of love and light
Friends, fire, and flourishing smiles
There’s a chance that, maybe, it might
Help you through the days that follow
The seemingly endless night

Remember, remember the 21st of December
It will carry you through this fight

The next day there might be the chance
That when you look down into your hands
The words that you read
Will make your heart bleed
And for a moment
You’ll forget how to dance

Remember, remember the 21st of December
Your heart full, opened wide
Stains on the carpet
The wine that we drank
Words spoken from our insides

This dance it seems new
Stumble shoe over shoe
At one thirty nine on twelve twenty two
Twenty two twenty two
Ever calling for you

Remember, remember the 21st of December
When you see it again this year
You’ll likely find
If you keep it in mind
That the space you’ve earned
Are from steps re-learned
From taking a chance
And wanting to dance

Again

Luna

Luna speaks again. Her voice has grown in volume with the brightness of the leaves. But then they shall fall. All together, we all fall down. I fall.

My sheep skin looks at me in question when I ask for his warm embrace. “I am not ready for this neediness”, he says. “Why do you call upon me now? I have yet to prepare”.

I didn’t know it was coming so suddenly either. I didn’t know Luna would be so strong. She pulls my tendons, my strings, my stamina and drops me to my elbows on the ground; still she shines gracefully. Leaving no boundary uncrossed, I am soon to bleed when she strikes.

A lesson of resignation.

Crazy laundry lady

I washed the equivalent of 16 loads of laundry tonight at the local wash hop. 2+ hours of my life that will I can never get back. That’s not including carrying it all back upstairs to the bed, folding it and putting it all away. I overheard the most adorable two little Hispanic girls laughing with their daddy. I was witness to a phone conversation that an intoxicated woman was having with, I can only deduce, her lover, about meeting her there and they would lock themselves in the bathroom together to have a warm place to sleep. I was told rather bluntly by a large bottomed woman that I could not use the dryer because it was for her. This initially got under my skin and I had a terrible time letting it go. Eventually I was able to see she was in a smaller boat than I with her mountains of laundry and let it pass through me. I type all of this not to bore you all with my laundromat experience, but because I laughed at myself tonight and appreciated myself a little more. You see, I have a strange OCD like ritual at the laundromat. When my clothes are finished washing I remove everything and then spin the drum of the over sized washing machine to make sure the laundry gnomes have not stolen a sock or anything else. This ritual has never proven fruitful. There was always an empty drum. And I always laughed at myself for doing it. Every. Time. But tonight, lo and behold, my absolute favourite flannel was clinging to the top of the drum and I was able to bring her safely to the dryer with all of her beloved friends. She now hangs silently in the closet, patiently awaiting tomorrow morning when we get to hold each others arms once again. So here’s to being a little crazy. Sometimes it pays off. The End.