i sat on my stoop to eat dinner.
a cat welcomed himself to join me.
at first i was angry at him and
told him to leave.
then he laid down.
so i then decided to not be angry,
and chose to be nice.
he sat at the bottom.
and i sat at the top.
he left.
and i tried to meditate.
well, actually, i had tried earlier, but my phone rang.
i was relieved + and answered it.
we hung up.
the had cat left.
so i tried again.
breathing is such a gift.
time moves when i get still.
i'm always proud of myself
when i take time to listen to myself.
i then came upstairs and did this.
i like it.
3 comments:
Thata Gahl! Way to channel that energy.
You need frames
i like it too...
i'm not surprised, city-dwellers (esp of the northeast) know the goodness and magic of the stoop. ;+)
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