The clouds
One two three
steps along the bridge
The wind whips
strands of hair
vision impaired
Looking ahead my mother grasps the rope
she turns a quick smile
Fear of falling
blown away with a breeze
fingers tight to keep balance
The bridge
between us
and an endless below
immersed in a sea of white
The sky
no longer above but surrounding
this is what it feels like
to fly.
Train riding
There are times
I must stop and listen
The melodies
cinching canals with phrase
Words that mean
much
Such things as
reflection
A smile
A pull from resentment
The heart takes the notes
through
arteries of truth
My truth is revealed
In these melodies
Train riding
I’ve been dumped. This isn’t a pity post in any way but I have to say that to get to the inspiration of my day. It was quite strange, the energy I felt after the phone call. We live in different states, I am grateful for that now. I popped up and decided to get to cooking instead of crying. In a haze of shock and….anger? I found a couple of yummy recipes that I wanted to prepare for the week ahead. This cucumber salad turned out great! I stumbled upon this recipe on Tumblr and tweaked it with what I could find in my pantry and fridge. http://www.skinnytaste.com/2012/05/farro-with-feta-cucumbers-and-sun-dried.html
Check out the original recipe up top. This is the kind of recipe that gets me excited for the upcoming spring weather. Instead of farro, I used quinoa. I used cilantro instead of mint/parsely and omitted the sun dried tomatoes, I didn’t have any but can see how it would add a depth of flavor into the dish. I’m excited to try out the original recipe when I have the money! I’m not going to let this get me too far down, I’ll use how I feel for something productive. Writing and sharing will continue to be my therapy! Happy Sunday everyone!
“And she never spoke of him again.”
Who’s not posting pictures of the snow these days? I had to do at least one. It’s not much but you get the gist of it. I can’t stress enough how much the weather affects me internally. I wake up only to find myself wishing the whole of the city will freeze to the point of a subway shutdown just so I don’t have to step foot out of my room. Yeah, it’s that bad. I’m working on my second winter here in Chicago and my first winter without a car since I was 15. Let’s not count years and just say…it’s been a VERY long time since I’ve lived without a vehicle. I have traveled a great deal in my life and seen many winters, but this one has taken a toll on me more than the ones past. The up and down of just above 10 degrees to well below zero is…well…quite frightening at times. After all, 5 degrees does make a difference. It does. I have to be grateful for the choices I’ve made in my (more than less) healthy lifestyle and not getting sick with all these crazy weather changes. My body has stayed strong and true, with only the occasional thought of possibly losing my right big toe to frost bite.
So, this post is to you walkers out there! No reference to my Walking Dead fans;)Woo! But if you’re driving in your warm car and see us “walkers” barely holding it together in our 7 layers, looking damn near dead, send us good warm thoughts from that heater blasting you in the face. And when we get home after hopping a train and you’re left digging your way out of your parking spot for an hour, we’ll try to do the same from the warmth of our living room. Stay sane my fellow city walkers, the end is coming.
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