Post numero uno.
Why wait til the next clean week
the next clean month
the next clean year to begin?
When cleanliness and clarity arrives like a package in the post
Sometimes dead on time
Sometimes between the hours of 9 and 12
Sometimes lost in transit
Fickle, beautiful life
It’s about living right now
Working on creating the consistency of showing up so the magic can flow
This poem is titled ‘Martes’ but a reminder for the everyday.
