Mother Earth & Poetry

Good evening champs, it's a little past eight and I am a little behind my normal schedule this evening. All is well though because Paco, Jenn, and Jacq are finally home from Europe and the house is filled with life again (not that Dau isn't great company, but let's be real, she can't protect my baby bitch ass in the case of an intruder). 

I would like to set a disclaimer for this post and for remaining post in my 30-day series, mmk? A smart individual would prep topics, but I prefer to let my mind dictate the posts as my fingers hit the keys. Most of these post will have a diary-esque type of feel, whether I am giving a play by play of my day or bearing parts of my soul for the world to see. Some of the posts will be mad brief, while others will require you to scroll. The point of this series does not only break a habit but to come back to the world that started it all for me. If it hadn't been for blogging, I wouldn't currently have my job kids and I wouldn't have had the time to practice my craft. So, let's get this shit started. 

I am currently chilling on my bed with the windows open and smooth folk jazz blaring via my speakers. I won't lie to you, I sat here aimlessly for 30 minutes twiddling my fingers trying to ponder something half decent to write. Nothing came, and then I realized I was once again overthinking the topics.  As much as I want to be a wise philosophical hippie, it cannot always emit via my fingertips. With that being said, tonight I am going to blab as I am slightly brain-dead and ready to roll over and fall asleep. Plus, I've got a 7 a.m. hike calling my name that I really don't want to miss. 

You know what's wild though, if I were to have a road trip scheduled to leave tonight I would be a ball of energy. I am hardcore jonesing for a significant road trip, but more specifically a road trip up the western coast. I am craving the fresh mountain air where lush patches of green and silence replace the hustle and bustle of the city. I am craving the smell of salt water and the sound of the ocean slapping against the sides of cliffs. I want to hug some trees in the Redwoods, some of the tallest trees in the entire world. I mean how incredible would that be? Plus, it's been an item on my bucket list for quite some time now. I want to see endless skies of blue during throughout the day and sleep beneath the stars at night. I want to be one with mother earth for a solid week to two weeks and just write to my heart's content.  So yeah, I just manifested that shit and it will happen before 2018 can greet me. I don't care if it's a solo venture. 

Holy shit, I am feeling compelled to travel now. 

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What else am I craving? I would not be bummed if a burger fell into my lap at this current moment in time, ha. No, I think I am simply craving something to feel inspired and nature has always been one of the greatest sources of inspiration for me. If you follow me on any social media platform, you will see that I often retreat to the Santa Monica Mountains or Joshua Tree for salvation. Hell, last weekend I woke up at 6 a.m. to spend hours journeying between the mountains and the ocean.

Also, I think my best poetry comes from those simple moments and it's been a while since I've penned a poem I am truly proud of. Poetry never came easily to me, and when it did, it was totally at random. I aspire to write and publish a collection of poetry one day and when I do, I have a feeling it will span the pieces of my life. If it doesn't, it's because I finally dedicated the time necessary to create each piece. Maybe one day I will pull a Thoreau and retreat to the woods to write. Only time will tell!

Ah, I can feel my eyes slowly closing so I will close with the last poem I wrote. 

Each love is different and nothing is guaranteed.
— Casha Doemland (@cdoemland)

Keep on keepin' on champs!

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