Soul Speak

Sometimes I don’t feel like painting the barn

Or making my hair do what it doesn’t want to hair-do

Wattle I do?

My body is so helpful

It’s busy

At all hours

Squirreling fat away underneath my chin

For those days when I don’t have time to snack

Which is almost never 😀

Edited in Prisma app with Leya

The feature collage is me, taken by me and edited using Picsart and Prisma. The footer collage created by me, using a photo from Pixabay, edited using Picsart and Prisma. Posts come out when I feel like it. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Listen to my posts on Spotify. Follow me on Instagram. Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

In Praise of Fall

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All pics were taken by me in Lethbridge, Alberta and Calgary, Alberta. Posts come out when I feel like it. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Listen to my posts on Spotify. Follow me on Instagram. Take a peek at my Redbubble store: Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. See samples of my products below each post. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

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A Gratitude Listicle

It’s Thanksgiving Weekend here in Canada and I’m feeling the urge to acknowledge my blessedness. Gratitude is one of the keys to a joy-filled life. Moments I’m thankful for:

The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Hair Day

Have you ever checked a mirror midday

And been dismayed at what was happening with your hair

In Search of Eden

We ventured from the comfortable

Drove down unfamiliar, dusty, gravel roads

The Hunt

The morning is still

And the sun is slow on the rise

News Flash: You are NOT Enough

I don’t remember a lot of lack growing up. My parents worked hard to provide for us. We weren’t wealthy, but we had what we needed with some extras, with the exception of socks. I remember having a lack of socks. I regularly, and with no small amount of chagrin, annoyed my sister, stealing her socks, because my sock drawer always seemed to be bare. I don’t remember asking my mother for socks. I’m sure she’d have coughed up the socks, if I’d have expressed my need to her. To this day, I can’t get enough socks and if I had a wad of cash, I’d be spending it on gobs of unique socks.

Mountains are for Climbing

Many of you know, if you’ve been reading my blog for awhile, that I struggle with an eating disorder. You can read more about that here. Lately, with the ongoing threat of Covid and the increased patient load at my workplace (you can read about what I do here), I’ve been succumbing to the urge to rapidly consume the contents of my cupboards, healthy or otherwise. I recently took the important step of booking an appointment to see a professional about my problem. I’ve always been a self-helper. Whenever my behaviours resulted in too many unpleasant outcomes, I would read widely on my issues and adopt new coping strategies. Often, this would produce small, lasting changes, but I’m finally ready to admit that I’ve done what I can and I need another’s perspective and guidance.

Embrace the Chaos

After fashioning

A messy bun