MetroMonk

Roots I planted some seeds that I hope would grow roots, a long time ago, in the dead of winter. By seeds, I mean, "Intention," "Stability," and "Groundedness." I made goals. I set my gaze, I shifted my weight towards a new direction. Much like in skiing or snowboarding, just turn your head and shoulders, shift your weight in the direction you'd like to go.  In the "dead of winter," I mean, in my depression. In my lowest state, in the weight of my hurt, and in the midst of my gravity of despair. I couldn't stay how I was. I didn't want to.  It has been a journey, a long journey.  A tiring, frustrating journey. A journey of poverty, scarcity, eviction, turbulence and also amazing blessings. These past few chapters have seemed  (nay) been long, but the pages are turning and the chapter is changing. Oh My Freakin' Gosh, it feels so good to be excited. I have a new love. Her name is Vanessa. We have been seeing each other since Febru...

A Cigar. You ever smoke a cigar? I meet a lot of folks whom tell me that they enjoy a stick on occasion. And I get that. It's a special occasion and some folks treat themselves to the largest tobacco stick they can get their hands on, makes sense right? Right. That said, I am a cigar smoker. Not the occasional smoker either, but "humo frecuentemente." As in, I enjoy sticks on the regular. And, while I am at it, let me take a few lines to say that smoking cigars IS NOT the same as smoking cigarettes. Not all smoking is created equal. Cigarettes are much worse than cigars as far as "junk"goes. They are cut with so much other fillers, impurities and other chemical garbage. Cigarettes taste different too. I have no intention on alienating cigarette smokers out there, but someone has to call a spade a spade. The two, cigars and cigarettes, are like comparing apples to oranges. Scratch that, because neither are healthy. Let's try that again. Maybe the co...