DSC_1623.JPGAnd just like that, three generations of pink cardigans walked North on Normandie Ave. This strange sense of timing and placement washed my mind as I continued along the sidewalk. The randomness of people shuffling by felt oddly calculated. I have no idea who they were or where they were headed but visually I was completing some strange image. Somedays remind you more than others of your very presence in this world. Impact. Moments happen for a reason. And I suppose today I needed an extra reminder. I wandered back to my apartment with my head dizzy from thinking. I seemed to be repeating “this guy.” This guy. This guy. And I don’t know if it’s my Midwestern accent or a momentary sore throat, but it started to sound like “the sky.” The sky. The sky. This color calming intuition. The blue above reminds me of you. The result: this poem.


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Bluish Lips

DSC_0511.jpgHappiness is right there. You simply have to have the courage dear heart. Sitting along the Santa Monica coastline with my ukulele and camera is honestly one of the best ways to start the weekend.  Life has been crashing in waves lately; my thoughts nodding like a distant buoy. I’ve stopped counting my steps and instead started measuring in shades of California blue skies. Continue reading