vibes
I resonate with these characters
Marilyn
Ron Swanson
Aunt Polly
The OracleMe
Sunday afternoon in May
I am sitting in my comfy lounge chair on the balcony. The kind that reclines horizontally. I love that chair. I hear the birds chirping. Jacaranda flowers are blooming. The air is crisp after a brief moment of rain. The sun is high and hot. There’s no single cloud in the blue sky. I hear kids and adults playing soccer on the grass. My sheer curtains are dancing in the gentle breeze. Neighbors’ wind chimes are ringing softly. I’m wearing a white cotton tank, feeling the warm sun and the cool winds on my skin. My bee sting from Wednesday is healing okay. I’d just baked banana bread for me and a friend. She’s on her way. My door is unlocked to let her in. My room is filled with the sweet aroma. I’m just gonna sit in the sun until she arrives. I am journaling about the dream I saw last night. I’ve been having lots of vivid dreams lately. I sip on mint tea and take a deep breath. It smells like the beginning of summer, of something new and extraordinary.
Just surrender
It
You either get it or don’t
You could have read thousands of books and listened to all the talks and lectures
You could have all the money in the world Having successful careers and businesses
You could be a teacher or a professor At institutions that leave people in awe
And still don’t get it
Because you either get it or don’t There’s no in-between.
I believe it, too
Sometimes
今しかないから
Be here with me now Not yesterday Not tomorrow Be with me today Right here, right now.
I hope I will, too
There was a man in gray hoodies sitting next to me in the waiting room One of his upper cheeks was pierced with a black piercing His backpack pockets had a bunch of crinkled tissue in them His eyes were glazed His vibe eccentric and otherworldly His body language chaotic, erratic, and anxious Saying random stuff whenever he wanted to Yet there was a sense of freedom to his energy
Nobody was talking in the waiting room Everyone staring into their phones To avoid looking at each other Dead silence
A song was playing on the speaker It must have been a playlist of 2000s hits He said to me, “I hope I will fall in love again” It was a part of the chorus lyrics I smiled at him and said “I hope I will, too.”