Middle aged woman
Accountability long
Experiences
Middle aged woman
Accountability long
Experiences
This is Trinity
Mac n cheese greens and sweet yams
Now let us give thanks
Yes, dreams do come true
The good ones and the bad ones
Such are adventures
Practiced truest Rouxs
Gumbo for the weekends roots
on the weekdays too
Coffee with my pie
Then ice cream in my coffee
Milk in my green tea
Dear Stevie Wonder
You sang “nevertheless” yet
was it Bach or Brahms
My Life’s Summers Truths
A Haiku Experience
A brew to enjoy
With all due respect
Octavia? Alien.
to Black Syfy Stars
When the beets churn red
The hypertension stays low
A woman’s graced age

The beat I know by heart is the sound of my own drum combined with treading rhythms of toddlers tapping on hardwood floors, and a teenager opening up a bag of chips for a late night snack.
Perhaps I’ve unlocked a new superpower?
I had no clue about the life of “the middle aged woman”. Some days when away from my reality, I enjoy taking walks inside of my mind. I’m usually either building underground cities, admiring future imaginaries, or watching myself plan to write something like this.
It’s the most recurring outer body experience, just like sipping on beet juice.
Detoxifying, weight managing, cognitive functioning, it’s a win. But most importantly, drinking beet juice is refreshing.
I’ve been revitalized, and can carry on throughout the rest of my day…

I’ve gone on another sprouting adventure.
Due to sprouting and using jars, it’s placed me on a journey to harvest microgreens. My goal is to perfect the process before the Summertime and choose which method works best.

What did I use?
Items I had laying around in my home of course!
– leftover strawberry trays
– moist paper towels
– spray bottle
– mixed broccoli and spicy radish seeds

This was my final result, and during the process I made plenty of mistakes. There is a reason for this though. My impatience, wavering, and tentative approach. A harsh evaluation, but the truth set me free, immediately.
Because I didn’t follow the “how-to” consistently, it led to an overpacked tray of seeds that didn’t have enough room to sprout to its full potential. I did not routinely spritz water on my greens, and I skipped a day or two!
Overall, this was definitely an experience, but there will be a next time…
