Tag: life
Wave Me Crazy
This post is definitely not in my usual wheelhouse and a little off the beaten path, but please indulge my flight of fancy as I talk about something utterly frivolous… hair. ✨
For all my wavy-haired girls (and guys!), this one’s for you. For years I spent ages straightening my hair. Now that I’m older, I just don’t have the patience for it so about a year ago I decided to fully embrace the waves. Here’s what I’ve learned along the way:
1. Microfiber towels are game changers. They cut down on frizz and help with definition. (Old t-shirts work too!)
2. Curl-enhancing cream is a must. I scrunch in amika Curl Corps and it makes all the difference.
3. I usually air dry, but when I do use heat, I grab a diffuser attachment for my dryer.
4. Once dry, I apply a little hair oil and avoid brushing—otherwise, hello frizz.
5. To refresh waves between washes, I mist with water, add a bit of leave-in conditioner, and scrunch.
And with that, we now return you to your regularly scheduled blog programming.
Oblivion
Have a wonderful weekend.
Cursive
Matt Maeson’s Cursive (with Manchester Orchestra) is a raw, reflective anthem about disillusionment, messy communication, and questioning the world we thought we knew. This guy never has a bad song. Highly recommend his music.
Random Photos From A Life
Notes from the Other Side
Sometimes sorrow turns into
irreversible regret.
We choose to live an icebox
existence.
Wallowing in misfortune’s
frosty glass.
Consorting with memories
Squabbling with dreams.
The poet too has felt life
interrupted, days that vanish
upon awakening.
I’ve known suffering and
the pull of solitary confinement.
Now looking back from a happier
vista. I’m hear to tell you,
the pitch of pain may never
be unheard, but it does gets softer,
fading into a bittersweet refrain.
The past becomes part of
your case history, to be read
by nostalgia’s light on rain
soaked nights.
In time the visible world brightens
Let it entice you with the woo of
the today and what will be.
Take refuge in the heat of
places uncharted, linger in
the sweet realism of the hour.
Walk toward the future
with unshackled feet.
The misbegotten shadows
behind you now.
Let the smudge of the sun,
and the warmth of a steadfast
hand be your guide.
-Tosha Michelle
Awareness
I remember when we thought everything would go our way before 911, before mass shootings, before division and racism became amplified and highlighted, back before we realized just how slow progress really is. Back when we stood for nothing but comfort and apathy, oversummering in our lounge chairs, oblivious to the bees circling, the wolves feeding near our doors, the terminal frost ahead.
These days there’s no closing our eyes to the ice laced rain, to the world’s breathless history, the cruelty of humanity foraging it’s way into our collective consciousness. We lounge no more. We wade out, knee high into the water punctuated with slippery rocks. We stand hand in hand in the middle of a turbulent river. Knowing there’s no getting around the realities of humanity short a few stem cells.
Still, we don’t lose hope. We know if we channel our anger into proactive socially aware behavior, a new membrane can grow. Together we can cover the hills with our diversity song, drowning out voices of hate and bigotry. We can leave behind artifacts in the shape of question changing growth until the taint of today is nothing more than a microscopic bygone scene of old. Knowing now everything may not always go our way but finding purpose in the knowing.
-Tosha Michelle
I Can’t Hear You.
Raise your hand if you’re tired of keeping company with anxiety, perpetuated by a relentless virus and the dwindling sanity coming out of Washington. The wind there cold and reeking of hubris and greed. Empathy becoming a supernatural thing.
Raise your hand if you’re losing your patience with narcissistic behavior and a culture more into canceling humans instead of reforming them, a society on the precipice of being nothing more than a hollow hulk.
Raise your hand if you’re done with the self absorbed and lack of regard for community. People happy to button their own coats but with no time to consider their neighbor’s thread bare wear.
Raise your hand if you’re tired of apathy, of those wrapped in a flannel sleep, Always content to let others shovel the coals.
Now instead of raising our hands, let raise our voices. Don’t wish for lungs that can sing. Sing! Step up! Be visible. Be heard. The dark blistering rain is not quite frozen yet. Prove that all the light did is far from done.
-Tosha Michelle
On Roses and Netted Woods
Hello lovely ones. I’m sorry I’m so sporadic with my posts. I can’t promise I’ll do better, but I thank you all for sticking around. On a random note, going to see the Mister Rogers film this afternoon, excited for it. He was such a beautiful soul. I’m sure Tom Hanks did him justice. Now for a poem. I hope you like it. Happy Monday!
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In the journey of my life,
the voyage of self awareness
I’ve fed on roses,
walked through woods netted
with bramble
Mixed metaphors and signals.
I’ve had glimpses of narcissism,
flirted with egoism, had brushes
with bitterness, doubted my worth.
I’ve questioned the validity of the sun
and found solace in torrential rains.
I’ve left small bruises on paper,
but nothing that hasn’t been felt
by others more lyrical than me.
I’ve had childlike faith and believed
in the flickering of fireflies, even now,
as the days grow shorter,
each year the footnotes longer.
Finally I’m home again, content to sit in
our garden and pay attention to the
call notes gathering in the air.
The bird sings sweetly, no
longer in her wicker cage. I join
her chorus, besotted with the
fever of a life living and lived.
-Tosha Michelle
Goofy goodness 
Happiness
They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.
Tom Bodett
Thankful today for all 3. Miss you all. Life is so full and busy, it doesn’t leave much time for social media or blogging. It’s the best kind of busy though. Life has never been sweeter. I did want to let you know if you are a fan of the show High Castle, we have a couple of interesting interviews coming up on Chit Chat Chicks. It’s also getting closer to house hunting time, and my training session for my new position with the missing persons organization. 2020 is going to be a transformative year. It’s amazing how much things have changed, but the best things have stayed the same.
In other news, headed to Carl Sandburg’s old Homestead tomorrow. I hope to post pictures next week. The weather is glorious. Fall has finally arrived in the South. In the meantime, here’s some Tucker cuteness for you. x
Everything I Never Told You 