Three of my favorite words: banjo, flowers, and Friday 🌙
The world we live in. Sometimes grumpy, sometimes strange, sometimes stubborn. Sometimes more sun than rain, sometimes more snow than sun, sometimes less than we need, sometimes more than we want. Every so often, I pause for a single moment, in between the to do's and the why is this happening to me's. I look at myself in the mirror, not to check if my hair is sitting right or if my teeth are shining, not to fix anything or to wish for something else and I think to myself and myself alone huh, this is me. Out of everything and everyone I could have become, I became me and for a single moment, the world puts down the megaphone. Here we are. Alive as me. Alive as you. 🌻
flowers in the morning, flowers in the afternoon and flowers in the evening. singing in the morning, singing in the afternoon and singing in the evening. ------ what time is it where you are now? 🌸
Whether you are writing poetry on a typewriter, the moon-shaped banjo or a phone. It is all poetry to me. When I was little, I wanted to be a famous poet. I thought this would mean a life of wooden libraries with skylight windows in my home and all my friends would speak in poetry too. As my legs grew and so did my mind, I began to realize how everybody can be a poet. You just have to feel it and write it down 🌙 what did you want to be when you were a little one?
Today is Friday the thirteenth and I am dreaming about putting on an old sweater, leaving the city and driving down a dirt road without dotted lines into the mountains. Instead, I must stay here for the weekend which isn't so bad because I am alive and I have a banjo! What are your plans for the weekend? 🌼🌈