When the wind stops you can really start to feel the breeze again. Tiny hairs in constant motion have begun to lose directionality. At times I’ve let the same force take over me. I feel tiny like those hairs; you can sweep me with one look. A nice one gives me warm hope, but the dirty ones make me more honest. I understand you better today. I can see what you’re trying, and I wonder do you know what to do. The wind has faith in itself, though I don’t think you have a clue. Sh
In the dimly lit living room, heavy with the aroma of foods cooked for special family gatherings, he heard them speak. Of a city divided, people choosing sides and many looking on with regret. Grandfather, who now only spoke in broken sentences, like a broken record, who Grandma said, still had a mind as sharp as a whip, kept muttering- Time’s moving backwards, backwards…we’re…..backwards….. The child asked- Can time move backwards? Suddenly, they were all quiet. Too quiet,
When I was ten years old, I told my mom that I thought I needed glasses and she didn’t believe me. See, my best friend had just gotten glasses and she thought that I just wanted them to be more like her. However, when I persisted, she agreed to take me to the eye doctor, mostly to get me off her back, I’m sure. Much to her surprise, it turned out that I did, in fact, need glasses. The first time I put them on, I remember being so amazed at how clearly I could see everything o
What is Hatha Yoga? What are the benefits of practicing this path? How does movement help us when we’re stressed or anxious? According to the book, Hatha Yoga Illustrated, Hatha Yoga is called “the forceful yoga”, meaning physical. Throughout this practice, you focus on mind, body and soul to achieve and maintain flexibility and peace in your daily life. You also partake in meditation practices to begin, and end, the Hatha Yoga sessions to place yourself in a space away from
My words were taken by the wind Masquerading as an orator Sojourning with crisp autumn leaves Following foolishly behind I ran frantically behind Shouting at the imposter Falling I grazed my knee Behind the sycamore tree The wind has gone But I know it will be round again And I shall be waiting Behind the sycamore tree I’ll hitch a ride Find the place Where foolish leaves become wise Take back what belongs to me I’ll speak the words When I am good and ready When I’ve looked l
Awake I listen to the earth’s gentle breathing Exhaling heartache Unable to hold onto the fear The rain falls onto the tin roof Joining the pitter-patter dance of birds Sound separated only by the thin metal sheet Inside I become a bird Outside The birds inhale the earth’s gentle breath Inside I cannot breathe Outside The birds chirp Inside I die Outside The world remains the same Inside Everything has changed Rosi Pineiro is a healer, children’s author and poet. Her poetry r
In history, it is written;
fake news and macrame lies,
in muddy ditches I am pushed it is here where I lie.
Are you angered in my defeat?
It is not I, who will carry you,
there is no more fire burning in me.
So as night consumes day,
and rivers ebb banks away,
as death the final act of life,
here I lie.
Did you dream of my achievement;
upon your feet in applause
smile turned up lips, hand and eyes red in joy?
Are you taken aback with my failure? You told me I
the day begins with a smile and “good morning sunshine” the morning coffee perks on the counter as I rise
she has plugged in the cord and waits to pour the first cup
delivered, by my love, to me in bed with a kiss the morning coffee perks on the counter as I rise
life is as easy as propping a pillow behind your head
delivered, by my love, to me in bed with a kiss
coffee, the hot liquid, sustenance for sleepy women life is as easy as propping a pillow behind your head
I wait patiently as the captain finally announces that we are ready to take off. I’m relieved that a thirty minute delay didn’t turn into a deplane, or a cancellation – although at this point I’m not sure why I’m even rushing to get home. His message floats to the top of my notification bar: “When does your flight get here?” “7:39pm” I reply quickly. “Ok, I can pick you up, is it LaGuardia?” I smile. I had been slightly distant while I was on vacation in an attempt to match h
Science says some of the stars we see are long dead. Yet there they are – vivid, flickering, brilliant. And dead, I guess. Science says half of our atoms come from far beyond the milky way. I gaze down at my hands, sticking out from the sleeves of my white lab coat, and then back up again at the sky as if somehow I will suddenly be able to figure out what corner of the universe my left index finger derived from. Science doesn’t say much else. The government says nothing. The