“the wild nature teaches us” by Sasha at her desk


Friday March 31, 2017
11:36am
5 minutes
Women Who Run With the Wolves
Clarissa Pinkola Estes


In the forest
you finally find
the rhythm of your breath
Old growth and
new life
It’s where you go when
you’re empty
or full
It’s where your truest
gaze finds
stillness
hope
relief

Your breath isn’t what you
imagined it would be
It’s deeper
wet with
stream water
dew
footprints

It’s early and you’ve
been here since
darkness
since before the
first glow of morning

Your wild nature
greets this day
You’re where
you’re
meant to be

“he digs into that” by Sasha at Kafka’s


Thursday March 30, 2017 at Kafka’s CoffeeKafka’s Coffee
4:02pm
5 minutes
Overheard at Kafka’s

Jer doesn’t make the sign of the cross as much as he used to. But there are still times when he does it out of habit. Sometimes when he’s alone, and those times matter less, but sometimes in front of other people, and those times hurt. Most people at the printing press don’t know that Jer was raised religious, and he does his best to keep it that way. Sometimes, when he slips up with his crossing, he’ll act like it’s a joke and he meant to do it.

“While I watched a yellow caterpillar” by Sasha on her couch


Wednesday March 29, 2017
11:24pm
5 minutes
Standing
Shel Silverstein


My sister had dance class on Thursday nights. My Mom would take her there. I’m not sure what she would do while my sister danced – did she read a book? Eat a chocolate chip cookie? See a friend?

My Dad and I would be home alone together. This was rare. It was treasured. The King and Queen would come for dinner. We would eat something my Mom had left on the stove for us.

Afterwards, when the food had settled and the King and Queen had left, we would go into the dining room and dance to Dire Straits. Sometimes I would dance on my own feet and sometimes my Dad would pick me up.