Never Settle

Too many women I know have stood or prayerfully waited for too long, thinking that they are doing the right thing, the good thing, even the God thing: NEVER SETTLE for anything less than extraordinary. If you are not in a relationship where EVERY DAY you feel loved, ADORED, cherished, and that it is made abundantly clear by his actions that you are the best thing ever to happen to him, imperfectly perfect yet perfectly suited, a blessing, BEAUTIFUL, sexy, appreciated, AMAZING, full, sated… depending on the circumstances, fix it right now, or ruuuuun. Don’t look back at your life, your journals, the signs… and say, “OMG, I should have never accepted that and/or left that three years earlier!” Let us instead pray dangerously —wantonly, lustily, passionately— let us demand with every ounce of our strength, FREEDOM!

~ Just L (Goddess Wisdom, a re-post from January 19, 2012)

Miss Them, But Do Not Ache For Them

Every morning you wake up with someone you love, take a moment to be amazed they are there beside you, be grateful you are alive to bear witness to another day of living and loving another human, be fascinated by this person who was vulnerable enough to wake up beside you– be it one night or one thousand times one thousand nights– place your hands over each other on your heart and embrace this sweet present so many long for. And if one morning you awake and they are gone forever, miss them, but do not ache for them.

~ Just L (Goddess Wisdom, January 14, 2019)

Don’t Ever Allow There To Be “The One” That Got Away

Don’t ever allow there to be “the one that got away”; make that ONE, “the one that almost got away”…

How do you know they are “THE ONE”?

When you can no longer imagine your life without them. Then, move heaven and earth to be together.

(And if you can imagine your life without them, move along.)

~ Just L (Goddess Wisdom, December 2, 2018)

Slipped

Author’s Note: I am one of those individuals not interested in “cuffing.” I’d much rather attend holiday events alone so I can mingle without worrying about a plus one. I tend to turn up the heat and dance the winter blues away with friends.

Cuffing Season” is when one finds a mate for the fall and winter months, but not someone who’s intended to last beyond (though it’s certainly possible). The relationship tends to thaw out when the snow does.

Are you a hopeful romantic like me? You will enjoy the poetry and mindful ramblings of Kate Rose. She is an artist, free thinker, lover, writer, passionate yogi, teacher, mother, rule breaker, and rebel. She writes about love and truly believes the best is yet to come.

A Spiritual Cleansing

My threshold was honored with a Shaman

Clearing the air with white sage and prayer

Thousands of years of spiritual union and ritual

Affirming my place in the universe and my lesson.

 

The Great Spirit said:

 

Ridiculous as the Pharisees praying in the square

Stay clear of those full of themselves, yet empty

Let not fireworks or betrayal make a fool of you

Stay true to the sacred way; ignore false piety.

 

You say the sky is blue; they say it’s not

Not being true causes harm

Reading between the gaslight lines

Sickness is not an ailment, it’s an alarm!

 

Taken for granted reflects on the ungrateful

One who awakens love with pure intention

Never cajoles, connives, lies, cheats, or steals

You deserve one’s full attention.

 

Your heart eternally embraces love

Once purpose served; numbered days

Stand firm in your beliefs,

Those without a moral compass will run away.

 

Smudging changes the ions in the air

It doesn’t matter Cherokee or Christian

My ancestors are shining

Reminding me of who I am.

 

I am already feeling freer

Truth’s light pushes out darkness every time

Testing their values match their actions

I’m am open to someone with a new story line.

 

~ Just L (December 1, 2018)

Their Smiles Betrayed Their Reasoning

They met on a beach
Not at home but not on vacation

Talked about life, relationships, and music
Found they had much in common

Nothing at stake they were vulnerable and open
Isn’t that the way it is in the beginning?

Over the months they made plans to reunite
And did on several occasions

Super Bowl, on holiday, birthday tattoo
Made a point to connect in every season

In between, plain texts gave way to kissing emojis
Interspersed with sweetie, babe, or hun

Each time they kissed goodbye
Just a little longer lingering

Acting as if it would never work
Their smiles betrayed their reasoning

~ Just L (November 17, 2018)

If You Knew (Mark My Words)

If you knew how he felt about you
Your posts of him may not be so sweet
He does not sparkle with pride
Surely your love is not so complete

If I knew about you
I may have saved myself the trouble
Simply loving my own fabulous life
Until the truth be told burst my bubble

If you knew what he did without you
Where his energy was every last moment
You may not be so boastful
Don’t think I don’t see your torment

Once I knew about you
I drew the line, as a woman of integrity
Immediately resetting my sails
Reclaiming my authenticity

If you knew how he spoke about you
Harsh words, a reflection of his heart
If you had any self-worth at all
You’d, too, set yourself apart

If only I knew you
I’d give you the wisdom of my age
No promise or bond is worth it
You’ll become bitter and full of rage

Mark my words.

~ Just L (November 14, 2018)

 

 

 

After Afore

11:11 am

I step out of the shower
Conscious not to slip on the tile
I glance at the microwave
11:11, it blinks
Make a wish
If only I could go back to that grateful poem
The one I wrote in January, I think
I select a pink dry-fit dress
Put my hair in a high pony
Anti-aging eye cream in spite of the humidity

1:08 pm

The heat of the day beats down on my shoulders
The convertible top down and the wind in my hair
I am headed on a picnic with friends
Where hummingbirds linger just a little longer than elsewhere
The water tastes of Hibiscus
A trio of shrimp tacos is delicious
The scent of summer rain is heavy in the air
My friends smoke a joint and laugh without a care
I retreat to my own thoughts for a while
And mimic listening.

5:25 pm

I stare at my computer screen
Trying to calculate the extortion rate of my life and love
Or trying to write a business plan for a client
Pretty much the same thing at the moment
There is no poetry in this task
I grieve the immense loss of a place I once had
Before trust was shattered, afore I dared ask
My resilient thick skin is wearing thin
I start to cry
Must I fight vulnerability? Do I give up or give in?

8:25 pm

Right now I am thankful for the rain shower head
I wash my hair as if I am shooting a commercial
I need these 5 minutes however superficial
If I had a bathtub I’d likely sell suds swimsuits
Sauvignon Blanc meet Mr. Bubble
I meticulously shave to remove all stubble
Why do women go through this ritual?
As if I expect a suitor to knock at my door
We’re nowhere near the fun, f*ck, and eat stage
A worn out sleep T is hardly a magic elixir.

1:16 am

For the first time in many weeks I’m relaxed
Sunk deep into the goose down mattress topper
I feel both heavy and high
In that moment before falling fast asleep
When the anesthesiologist tells you to count backwards from 10
9, 8, 7….
Right before I drift to Never-never Land
I feel a cool breeze graze the fine hairs on my spine
I smile
Everything is going to be just fine.

Everything is just fine.
It always is.

~Just L (September 27, 2018)

Author’s Note: 584. Why do I still count days?

Reflections on 1977

In 1977 (8th grade), I thought I was more brains than beauty, my limbs were too long, my nose was too big, my breasts were too small, my (23″) waist wasn’t small enough… Today, at age 55, I know that I had everything I needed. Just add a bigger smile.

Embrace it all. Now. Do not let another day go by without loving ALL of you!

~Just L (July 7, 2018, Goddess Wisdom)

1977

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2018

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She Thought She Was Clever

She thought she was clever
Spending her life
Plotting his grief
She was never content
He found relief
Time marched on
Her heart a stone
Not understanding
Why she’s alone
She thought she was clever
Spending her life
Wishing his happiness cease
She clung to righteousness
He was at peace
Years passed by
Her bitterness grew
Why she didn’t have love
She never knew
She thought she was clever
Spending her life

~Just L (February 1, 2018)