500 Miles...

I am awkwardly honest.

I have no idea why.

Shit. Wait.

That is a lie.

Honesty bites through leather, rips through lace.

It can be the laugh lines or, the deep scars, on your face.

Deception is clumsy. A toe walker in high heels.

Deception wears no couth.

I am a storyteller. (That is. The. Why.) And.

There is no better story than the truth.

There are many things I can't do.

I can't shake my ass on the dance floor. It is not a turn on.

I don't have a WAP.

(But, I have had a drinking problem that could of used a bucket and a mop.)

I can't speak in tongues.

I am not a deceiver.

And.

I am not a Bucket List believer.

I just don't like the term.

I just decided, uhh, Bucket list Reciever.?...don't like that one either.

(Buckets do have a top and a bottom)

Long before I knew about a list.

Long before I doubled over from the sting of its fist...

Long before I knew moments could be missed.

Shit, man.

I kicked the can.

My bucket, I filled with sand.

Over and over.

I mean, fuckit.

Who has a one-and-done bucket?

Truth is, I never knew, you don't wait till your mortality sets up your bucket like a field goal, to kick your existence into oblivion.

No list. No shoes. No shirt..

Everyday is a day for. YOU.

You. Deserve to be the one who is showered with all the love you giving.

So, no, no bucket list for me. BUT I got beaches of pebbles, moments that wrote my list...hand written love letters or, a first kiss, love, loss, wisdom...truth. Or, lies. Have written the story of life. It's not a list, it is a daily discovery. You were born to write your own soul journey. When we learn how to provide refuge to our sacred soul, we can share peace to others.

Humanity. Connection. Kindness. Perception. Gratefulness. Love. Acceptance.

This is the first list of mine. I can't kick a bucket, when the bucket says "fuckit, she living cause she'll never lose a race to dying."

I am the Queen of Mystery.

I'll be one to keep writing my history.

Sunday, I'll be leaving on a jet plane. A month on the Camino de Santiago. I'll sit by Daniel and wave goodbye .

Falling in love again, with me, wild and free. Not because Cancer tested my list, but because Cancer has taught me not to kick, but use my fist.

There is no one, and not one thing, that can keep you from kickin'

When you know, your faith, your soul, your time gonna keep on tickin'

Till you have your Toll.

And, I would roll 500 miles

And I would roll 500 more

Just to be the WOman who roles a thousand miles

To fall down at your door ❤️