Sunday, December 10, 2017

Bukowski


Far Far Away from Here

(Image from a card my mom--Laura Miller--Poet, Writer, Artist made for me)
 
Written 2/24/16
 
"Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far...far far away from here." -Jenny--from Forest Gump
 
 
Some days we just have to call it a wash. This is one of those days. You stop and ask yourself--what do I need to do to take care of myself today?  I only have to make it through these 8 hours. There is coffee, there is a warm shawl I can wrap myself in, there is acceptance that I cannot do my best today. I got out of bed, got dressed, I showed up. Some days that has to be enough.
 
 
I think of things to cope, like envisioning a beautiful forest scene only I can see beyond the wall I face every day. I can see into this place anytime I want. And moments, the ones that become part of your soul. What are your moments? Here is mine today:
 
 
I am a young girl, much stronger, magical, and hopeful than I am today. I am with my family in Mammoth Mountain on summer vacation.  We hike up to a plateau surrounded by tall mountains that are covered in an endless sea of dark evergreen tree friends standing at attention, watching. There are clouds in the sky with the sun poking through. I venture a little ways by myself, and stand on the plateau, those I love more than anything not so far away. The wind picks up and begins to blow through my little girl soul, through my hair, through the millions of trees on the steep mountain slopes, and there is the gentle rore of the wind blowing though trees sound, when all else is silent. It is strong, powerful, it is peaceful. It is one of my moments. I will go there, and that is where I will live today.
 
~Jenny Miller

Sunday, April 30, 2017




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s like climbing a sheer rock cliff.

Sometimes there is a place to stick

The tips of my toes, no matter

How small, to hoist myself up just

A little farther to the top.

 

Sometimes there is absolutey

No..fucking…hole or crevice.

I stay stranded there in my gear

Ropes still, not knowing what

To do.

 

Repel down and start again?

Stay suspended, paralyzed,

Frozen?

 

And what is at the top anyways?

Why am I climbing this cliff in

The first place?

 

Perhaps there is no small crevice

Or hole, because humans were

Not meant to climb cliffs anyways.

 

Time to repel down, give up the futility

Drop my gear, change my clothes

and walk away?
 
~Jenny


Saturday, February 25, 2017

Life

Come as you are

Fat, skinny

Happy, depressed

Rich, poor

Drunk, sober

Sick, healthy

 

Just come.

You are invited

To life

 

To live YOUR life as

YOU see fit

 

Show up empty handed

Nothing required of you

 

To be here, at eternity o’clock

 

You will be welcomed with open arms

By the seen and the unseen

 

~Jenny