Why Can’t I Crave Beets?

Oh, body and mind.

When will you align?

So I may crave the foods

that bring me health.

Prosperity of digestion.

Aide in my well being.

Instead the mind says…

Give me donuts with cream filling and chocolate icing.

Cookies and loads of cake! Ice cream for breakfast.

Dessert at every meal.

If I give in, my body will say

it cannot do anything today as it feels too ick.

So here I am, in the middle of this.

Wondering if it is at all possible

to crave beets! 
Maybe some spinach?

A healthy salad? A smoothie or humus?

I know if I don’t give in someday this will be possible.

Until now…what can I do?

Sit here ignoring the two.

Placating the mind with dark chocolate,

dessert humus, and healthy alternative foods.
While feeding the body with all that it needs

to keep running smoothly and efficiently.

Oh, why can I not crave beets!

In all honesty I do sometimes crave beets. I’m weird like that. 

More often I crave desserts and sugary foods. Sugar and I don’t get along as well as we used to. I need to be mindful of how much I consume. Which really should be none. Yet I try to go for moderation so I can have a few sweets.

Until next time:

Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’•Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

I Leaned To Far

Reaching. A little farther.

I can do it. 

Past the ledge. A little more.

Feet slipping.

The splash should have been heard for miles.

Yet it wasn’t.
Sighing as I shake it off.

Wet and muddy.

Empty handed.

Need a new plan.
Maybe give up?

Just buy a new one?
One more try…

Metaphorically speaking. I often reach too far. I have found that getting back up gets easier each time. So keep trying, or change tactics. Love is bound to flow with grace and ease. (Should say life, not love, but autocorrect changed it. I feel it might be better that way. ๐Ÿ˜‰)

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Dying Mundane

The routine got me wishing for more.

Mixing it up. Trying not to keep score.

Running in circles. Waiting for it to end.

A foot in the grave. Watching my friend.

Over the bumps, drifts, and the debris.

Longing for someone to reach out to me.

This poem feels a tad overdramatic. Then again, this pandemic has really caused a lot of overdramatic moments. Whether mine or anothers. It has been intense at times. I keep trying to pull my humor along for the ride. Injecting it at the most appropriate (inappropriate) times. ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜

I am a solitude seeker most of the time, but after being a stay at home mom. Living a very small social life. I have been looking forward to more socialization, then this pandemic hit. I know it’s not forever as the virus will either fade away or a miracle will surface causing covid-19 to not be the scary monster it seems to be. Whichever way…I am looking forward to socializing again. 

In balanced spurts, that is. ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜‰

Until then, may we all find ways to stay connected, to toss connections that no longer serve us, and laugh about something as often as possible. Preferably, laughing most of the time. ๐Ÿ™‚

Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’• Carrie

2020  http://www.carriedforth.com

More Hearts!

In another post I wrote about a heart shaped flower, and I mentioned seeing lots of hearts lately. 

You may visit that post here: A Piece Of My Heart

I was ambling around the yard today with my camera in an attempt to receive inspiration. (Bonus the weather was hot with a mild breeze.)

I noticed the morning glory has grown into a rather attractive heart shape.

It causes me to reflect on the spiritual concept of oneness. As the larger heart is one heart containing many, unique, individual hearts. Ahh…

Yeah. 

Anyway, more of that love shining in the world.
Love and blessings, ๐Ÿ’• Carrie
Please feel free to comment if you see, or have seen, any heart shapes.

Which reminds me: My son saw a hair band at the park that was lying on the ground in the shape of a heart. It was a bit yucky to have photographed, and my battery had died, your at least spared that detail. ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜

Blessings again! โ™ฅ

I Have Grown Fond

I really enjoy the quiet. The goldfinch pair

nesting in the tree in the backyard. Their babies 

crying for food.

The day the fledglings took flight. Reminding me of my kids 

when we take a trip anywhere. Constantly

chattering and chirping about anything. With a million ‘Mom look at this’ thrown in.

My brain scatters in a million directions as I remember to breath. Which sounds odd,

but I have this awful habit of breathing shallow, which is like not breathing at all. 

In overwhelming situations I need to remember to breathe. Just breathe. 

My mind singing, Just Breathe, as I remind myself. Which causes a whole meandering

of other songs as I try not to get stuck on that one. The one that always gets stuck. 

The one I cannot remember anything, but a few words. I even think the tone

is wrong as I quietly sing it to myself.

Looking for comfort in a day that felt all uncomfortable. Like clothes that get wet in the rain.

Drying to a stiff, chaffing fabric. Making it important to remember to breathe.

I really have grown fond of the quiet. The one that sat between those thoughts.

While I watched the goldfinch family teach the young to fly. The fledglings chirping

excitedly as they swooped down to greet a chicken. Who looked slightly amused or confused.

 I laughed out loud. Enjoying the quiet between thoughts. Between words. Between ‘Mom!’ Demands.

I really enjoy the quiet.

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

A Piece Of My Heart

In the grassy, parched yard

he stands proud and tall

in his heart shaped glory

for all who pass.

I could not resist taking this picture of a heart shaped flower. โ™ฅ 

I have always seen shapes and images in things. I see a lot of hearts lately. 

Maybe a sign of all the love being sent during this pandemic?

Whatever the reason, they sure make me smile ๐Ÿ˜ƒ.

Love and blessings readers, ๐Ÿ’• Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Focused?

Have we not noticed

our attention was on one thing

now out of focus.


Nothing like a photo gone wrong to send a bit of a life message. Pay attention to what one focuses on. 

Or is it see the rocks and grasses despite the flowers? ๐Ÿ˜‰

One of those mishaps…which make me really look closely at the background.

Diving deep.

Keep on working…

Love and blessings readers! ๐Ÿ’• Carrie