Poem for My Son in the Car

Poem for My Son in the Car Jennifer K. Sweeney The wipers sweep two overlapping hills on the glass, we are quiet against the squeaky metronome as we often are before the concerns of the day well up. Today: Is it dark inside my body? The wet cedar’s dark of green-gone-black of damp earth mending itself, a pewter bell rung …

2016 Year in Review

What can I say about 2016? So many things. It was a transformative year for me. I finally understood the path to happiness was through my thoughts and perception. I quit my career and have been working on myself. I let go of old fears about money and self-worth. I met Don and finally have a mutually healthy relationship. I …

Houston

Every time I come home, I hesitate. What’s here, who’s here, and how are my parents? We took a trip to the Museum of Fine Arts Houston and I was happy to learn that they had expanded into a new building. New art, new artists, new culture to learn and see. But there was still the familiar. Some of my …

24 hour backpack trip!

At 3pm we get in the car and drive to the Angeles National Forest. We get to the parking lot by 4:45pm after a quick stop for gas and beer! Then we start the hike 5 miles down to the West Fork Campground. Don thinks it’s cool to hike in the dark, but I’m just worried that we’ll get lost. …

Career Epiphany

I think it was April or May and we just brought on a new analyst to the team. I was happy to have some company and some help in my ever growing pile of work. I took aside some time to teach her a few shortcuts in the software. It was the first time in a long time that I …

The Ebb and Flow

There are days where you question all the decision you made in  life. And there are days where you find pride in what you have accomplished. Since quitting my job I have found a lot of fear and worry flow into my life. Is this really the right path for me? How will I support myself when the money runs …

I am Offering this Poem

by Jimmy Santiago Baca I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give. Keep it like a warm coat when winter comes to cover you, or like a pair of thick socks the cold cannot bite through,                          I love you, I have nothing else to give you, so it is a pot full of …

Yoga Epiphany

A few weeks ago I attended a workshop hosted by Loyola Marymount featuring Mark Whitwell, a renown yogi. He studied under T. Krishnamacharya, THE father of yoga, and when Mark walked into the room you could feel his calm, wisdom and openness. The room felt light, full and hushed. We were all waiting with wide eyes, holding our breath and …