Calling You

Or are you calling me?

The callings.
Last and first and special.
Phones and purposes and sometimes coffee.
That cream top at Maru.
Or the one in bed.

I brought Miguel espresso
As he fussed with our friends’ plants.
Coffee was my way into the garden.
And now right outside my front door.
Roses beckon.
The plan is mysterious.

What calls me.
What I call.
I’ve tried to learn to listen.
And not get lost in recall.
Moving forward
Or not forward at all.
Standing still.

The calling of jacarandas
A purple as changeable as the light
And as fleeting.
The lavender carpet soft and messy.
A calling of yeses.
Entrance to the sublime.
Entrance - meaning both enter and en/chanted.
Even the dreaded errands call me out.
An excuse to smell the jasmine.
Mine and not mine.

It’s kind of loud right now.
The call of blooming.
Floral and human.
Despite the determined grind
Against magic and growing.
Or maybe because of it.

The calling of knowing.
The calling of the unknown.

xx
beth

The callings! #cuethetrumpets🎟️🎟️🎟️
Last call!
Tonight…
Pick Your Next Project!
Head into the bright months with clarity.
What is your calling? Get focused!

Call your friends!

Get a group together for our May UnCabaret next week!
Great show and great cause!

First Call!
It's A Lot! Friday July 18
Super excited for this night!