Who Needs Pockets?

Why does the fashion industry hate on women. I don’t know, but I’m down to one pair of decent shorts and two pairs of paint-stained cut-offs.  I’m only looking for a few pairs of shorts, maybe a new pair of jeans.

Do you want to know what I found at my friendly neighborhood department store? Do you? Too late, I’ll tell you what I found.

1. An assortment of pre-faded jeans. (I already have faded jeans, that’s why I’m shopping.)

2. An assortment of pre-faded and pre-ripped jeans. (I own faded and torn jeans. I faded and ripped them, myself. I also own faded, ripped jeans, and paint-stained jeans. This is going to be the next big thing. Mark my words.)

3. See #1 and #2 in Capris but all the pockets are fake.

4. I found actual Daisy Duke cut-off shorts. Why?

5. Also shorts that are even shorter than Daisy Dukes. These are, effectively, Bikini bottoms which are decorated to appear to be shorts. They have no pockets, either. Of course.

Why, Fashion people? Why do you hate on Women?

6. None of of these clothes are well-made. They’re designed to disintegrate in the wash in less than a year. The pockets, if present, are laugh-able but I don’t feel like laughing.

7. This is why I hate shopping. It may be why I have resting bitch face.

I pull out my phone to document why I will later be found building a fort out of jumbo toilet paper packs and pillows in the toy department. I find Legos soothing.

If if one person had told me right then, to “Smile” because I’d “be so pretty”, I’d be viral on YouTube right now. I swear.

Men don’t have to put up with this crap. Their clothes are well made and affordable. They get shorts that cover more than their booty, and they are permitted to wear out the knees and fade their own jeans. None of their pockets are fake. There would be an uprising.

It comes to me that this store has a men’s department and I know where it is.

I’m now the proud owner of two new pairs of well-made, affordable, booty-covering, not-yet-faded-or-worn-out, shorts with actual working pockets; one of which is a dedicated electronic device pocket.

I still have resting bitch face but my booty is comfy and I have pockets to hold my legos.

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Dawn Breezes

Coffee with cream,

steaming into dawn as

a sweet breeze sifts my hair.

Eyes closed in stillness

I hear the ocean in these rustling, rustling leaves

as if the trees speak in the language of waves.

And I wonder if, instead

it’s the ocean calling with the voices of trees.

As the rising steam moves softly sideways and away

I imagine these trees speaking of the shore

as

the ocean dreams of the forest.

And coffee with cream

shifts the waves

of morning leaves.

 

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One Day

imageSome days you’re only one of many, many stones.

Some days you’re the stick, balancing it all.

One day you’ll find you’re neither one.

You’ll stand up, brush off the sand, and walk away wondering what all that was about.

One day, you become yourself.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

 

The Trouble with January

I just spent over three weeks feeding the birds. Really.

The various feeders outside my home office window have been swinging empty for way too long.  My desk sits in front of a window that looks onto the flowering cherry in my side yard. The empty feeders hang in its lower branches, framed by the window. I keep meaning to stop at the feed store. Continue reading “The Trouble with January”

Love in this Desert

image“Darkness cannot drive out Darkness;

Only Light can do that.

Hate cannot drive out Hate;

only Love can do that.”

If we can find

Love in Death Valley

surely we can

find Love,

carry Love,

hold tight to Love

and drive out Hate

wherever we walk.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography, Death Valley, California

Quote: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 1957, sermon

Dappled Light

Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

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Some days, it’s hard to tell what I need more, the cool Shade or bright Sunshine.

This tree, though, I need this tree.

I need this tree more than this tree needs me

or any of us.

The only ones who need us, it turns out, are one another.

Sunshine and Shade.

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The Slow Road

The Buddhist Temple is just about a mile down the road from my house. About a year ago, I was tickled to be invited to join a Saturday morning meditation group. I was nervous at first that I’d do it wrong, somehow and find myself voted out of the Temple. But, apart from the aches of sitting cross-legged on my aging body, I quite enjoy the peace, appreciate the hour or so, unplugged and unavailable. I’ve been an on and off regular, ever since my first foray into Buddhism–sometimes, life and outside obligations interfere with inner peace.
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