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Maybe Eat a Mango

 Maybe Eat a Mango The face is glum, the day is ho-hum, When the blues come a-visiting, And the heart feels heavy, When your footsteps are slow, And your mood is low, Maybe eat a mango. Nose sniffing the ripe fragrance, Senses awakening to yellow radiance, As water pours over the mango, A small corner of the soul a-washes, The knife carves out goodness, As it cuts into the mango’s tenderness, With wafts of sweet delight swirling the air. You bite into sunshine, gold, Your heart assumes the softness of the mango, Your face melts just a little, Your eyes unfreeze a smidge, The mango’s glorious taste consumes it all, The blues, the mood, the ho-hum Maybe eating a mango turned the day around.
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Write Daily

 When you commit to write daily, there come good and bad aspects to it, like most things in life. 

First, it forces you to get something out there, however raw, however imperfect, because you don’t want to break a successful streak you have going. You also really do want to prove to yourself that you can keep promises made to yourself. 

And in doing that, you put words out on paper without waiting for them to be “good” and “right”. That’s a major part of the battle won.

There’s also a realization of the impermanence of things.  It everything needs to be set in stone. You can go back and rework something you already wrote. Just because you hit “publish” doesn’t mean you don’t get to edit it with new thoughts. Put the words out first, you can always go back and make it good as they say. On the flip side, maybe that’s the bad part of this because when do you stop editing and call it a done piece? 

For a mom, a few hurried words caught and scrawled amidst the daily hum of life works out great. 

(I know I’m going to come back to this piece to get rid of the underlined colored words my browser added. I’ll also put in some of my art.)




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