Smoked Gouda – A Guest Post

Would you like to sample the smoked Gouda?

I heard the words and my mouth began to salivate at the sound of them.

I said them aloud inside my head.

“Smoked”

“Gouda”

“Absolutely,” I said

Then.

It.

Melted.

In.

My.

Mouth.

The smoky smooth flavor rolling over my tongue.

Too fast.

It.

Was.

Gone.

Cha Ching.

You need a raise Costco sample lady.

Smoked Gouda in the cart.

Smoked Gouda in the house.

Spring

A poem by Stevie, inspired by these five words provided by Evonne Loray Asbury Wu: Blossom, Melodic, Succulent, Airy, Bluebird


It’s Spring
And in between
Showers of rain,
The wise rock
On porch swings
And the learned know to walk
And bluebirds sing
Melodic in between
Sweeping flights
And the breeze hits airy on cheeks
Between bites
Of cheese cubes
Because the wise
And the learned
Know how to soak
Up life and store it
Like succulent roots

I’d Rather

I’d rather life a life others
Don’t understand
Than one I can’t stand

They don’t live in this skin
They don’t see the fights I win
Or the ones I lose

And they don’t see or understand
Why I choose what I choose

Why I go where I go
Why I stay where I stay
Why I say what I say

Some don’t understand
What I give up to go slow
Because they don’t yet know
What the cheese poets know

They don’t have to understand
But I have to live a life I can stand

Sometimes Healthy

Sometimes healthy is slowing down
Is taking more naps
Is eating more snacks

But sometimes healthy is leaving town
Is taking risks
Is saying, “I quit”

Sometimes healthy is stepping out of the box
Is writing poems about cheese
Is playing in a pile of leaves

But sometimes it just is not
Sometimes it’s back inside with a quilt
Tea in hand, nursing guilt

Sometimes healthy is jumping on a plane
Is selling everything you own
Is adventure to the unknown

And sometimes healthy is staying
It’s reading that book for the tenth time
Because it goes great with fire and a glass of wine

Look inside
What do you need in this place and time?
Be healthy out there, my friends

Don’ting

Dear driver passing me on this two lane, curvy road,

Why?
We both know you’ll arrive
At the next town seconds before I
Do, so why
Risk our lives
For those seconds?

I don’t blame you
It’s this culture of DO
Do more Do Less Do
Do what we think you should Do
No do this, do that DO
Everything’s fine as long as you DO! DO! DO!

I just, dear driver, wish you would don’t
Sit there and do some don’ting
What is it you love? Boating?
Get out there and do some floating!

Is it cheese? I like cheese
I like to sit with something to read
And a whole plate of it just for me
And some crackers – maybe

Do some don’ting with your time
I think you’ll find
Every second more precious and fine
It’s a little backwards but I’m

Sure it works this way
When each second begins to weigh
More, you’ll rush less through the day

You stop trying to DO it, get through it
You do more of the slow things and the don’tings

Cheese Poem – A Guest Post

C omforting
H earty
E ssential
E dgy
S atisfying
E extraordinary

AMEN TO THAT! Thank you Shelby for this cheese contribution to my collection 😀

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Bio: Shelby is a Certified Emotional Intelligence Coach, Certified Meditation Teacher (CMT), author, freelance writer, speaker, and love enthusiast who is passionate about helping others ‘change the way they look at things so the things they look at change.’