Anybody else a big fan of house plants in the winter? There is a place in downtown Minneapolis, in the newly renovated Emery Hotel, a Spyhouse Coffee shop and it's filled with an incredible jungle of indoor plants. They are so fresh and green and as soon as you walk in the door it smells like oxygen. So today's poem is celebrating my happy little indoor plants.
You get a four line poem because I'm in the middle of school work. I'm permitting an interruption very briefly to post tonight. I truly do what this poem articulates. Today I had a specific plan on how far I would get on each of my courses. I'm done with 2/3 so I continue and when I'm 3/3, I get to watch a fun show with my husband. It's been working so far!
My family is magical. My cup is filled.
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In my MBA class this term my professor writes about the concept of "allness" in her book, Managerial Communication, with co-author Dr. Geraldine Hynes. They credit William V. Haney for a definition of "allness" in his book from 1992. I say "a definition" because I also believe I can't know everything there is to know about something or that I can write about it all at once here. I was chatting with a co-worker today about the dangers of thinking you can know/talk about/convey "all of something" or that something will be the same to "all" people. So I'm not going to try to tell you all of what "allness is". I'll just share this little poem.
I got a little sweary in today's poem. Demonetized!! Thanks for understanding that swear words can sometimes be part of the artistic process.
Shout out to Yess Yoga in Minneapolis for an incredible vinyasa class from owner and amazing human, Lucia Yess. I believe quietly thinking on your own is one of those practices that many people could benefit from. So here's a poem about thinking.
Triangle pose, or trikonasana, can be a pose that is "meh" or it can be a pose that is "yeah" and it really depends on how mindful you are with the pose. How much effort you put into the form on triangle pose dictates how much growth or challenge you feel. It's a pose that continues to unlock new insights for me and my love is growing.
I have a friend who references a show that has an energy vampire. Sometimes I wonder whether I'm an energy vampire, an energy fairy, or neither, or both? What are you?
Leila Janah. You can read about her here. She was brilliant and achieved so much in only 37 years.
You guessed it. I went to the 25th Anniversary of Riverdance performance in downtown Minneapolis. My reaction, fantastic performances, loved the added dance with the Brooklyn taps versus Riverdance cogs. I wished the casting had been more diverse overall though. I thought the band was exceptional. The percussionist was a marvel.
Best of all, I loved being in the audience, clapping with fellow fans, maybe reliving the joy the show brought to us so many years ago all together (that's what I was doing). I think one thing that makes me so happy is how the show does demonstrate the powerful way dance connects us. So many cultures and heritages feature an element of step dance and to see it in this elevated and joyful form is inspiring and unifying. Today I'm feeling very much in love with humanity. Happy Saturday, friends.
I probably should remember who gave me the jewelry box that features so prominently in my childhood memory of times I would go find solace in my room and just wind the box and watch the ballerina dance. I think I should find something similar as an adult, something I can wind up and it spins out and plays me soothing music. It can be the next fidget spinner, only peaceful.
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Because some days, you need a light and fluffy poem about light and fluffy things.
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Yesterday, I got swept up into schoolwork and did not post my poem for the day that I had written on my way home on the bus. I resolved to post two poems for you today. So here are the poems for 1/28/2020 and 1/29/2020.
I often think about my future-self at my current organization and try to be cognizant of the lessons I'm absorbing now that will serve me well down the road. Here's one I've gathered and would like to share with you.
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The earliest farm cat I can remember considering my own was Pumpkin. He really was such a sweety and so pitiful looking. He didn't live a long life and I like to hope I helped him live a good one.
Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated activist, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 by posting an original poem daily to this blog and she's doing it again in 2020! You can read those and more by clicking and exploring below!