Happy First Day of September!! How are you greeting the month? I was up half the night with stomach cramps, Ian putting a cold rag over my face as I lay half-naked in on the bathroom floor. Ya knowwhen you're sick and nothing feels better than the cool, gross tile against your face?? Yes, that's how I came into September.
Ian said it was "very punk rock."
Luckily when I woke up this morning, my appetite was back and I was ready for a new month, minus whatever nasties had snuck their way into my body. We had a breakfast of Dave's Killer Bread (soft and squishy with a pat of butter), and coffee heavy on the almond milk. It was nourishing.
So yes, I'm feeling better.
Which is good. I've got a flight to Denver tonight to spend Labor Day with eight of my girlfriends from college. Relieved to be on the up-and-up, I wrote my poem not long after waking. I like doing this, it allows me time to access the words while my brain is still sleepy enough not to censor. For yoga, I selected Grounding Into Gratitude - Root Chakra Yoga with Adriene. I first attended Adriene's class in Austin about a year and a half ago, and then shared a bottle of rose with her in July at Wanderlust Squaw Valley. Her classes are like she is—fun, accessible, and encouraging. Plus doing a grounding flow before a flight seemed like a good idea. Or, at the very least, balancing.
Over the last few days I've been mulling over the different things I wanted to write about. So funny that the ideas seem to come when I'm in the middle of a conversation, or driving my evening commute, or throwing up on the bathroom floor—not so much when I finally decide to put pen to page. This, I understand, is normal.
And that's why it's nice to have lists like these.
Artwork: "Water" by Brice Postma Lorient, France
50 Topics for your poetry
your grandma’s kitchen
how it feels to wake up on a snow day in 3rd grade vs. how it feels to wake up on a snow day now
grilled cheese n’ tomato soup
ice cream (oh wait…)
the flower shop
the lady in the the flower shop
a gross beetle
a pretty beetle
slow-roasted pulled pork
a broken diving board
a girl named ashley
people with yellow eyes
the way a chair looks when you are 2
the way a 2 year old looks when you are a chair
a hotel with a front desk boy who skateboards
ice cream (SHIT)
the difference between artisanal donuts and dunkin’ donuts, and the rating system of donuts
sleeping for a very long time
the nighttime routine of your youth group pastor
dying with regrets
never saying “i love you”
whiskey, and how you feel when you see it in a decanter