The Waiting Room

THE WAITING ROOM

Breathe.
Keep thoughts clear.
Choose my own loop.
Hand.
Pick.
Each.
Thought.
At.
A.
Time.
Laser point focused,
as the sun
through a magnifying glass.

Abandon any thoughts
outside of my circle.
Fold them up,
and send the away,
as a paper airplane.
Do not let them
penetrate
my Belief Bubble.
If the music
in my head skips,
move the needle.
Harness runaway thoughts.
Tether rumination.

I am safe.
I am clean.
The home I inhabit
has perfect feng shui.

*One tear
was an escapee.*

Breathe.

THE CAR RIDE HOME

Emotions pinging.
Ricocheting like lottery balls.
Each scrimmage depletes
more energy than
the most intense workout.

Struggling to decode
the enemy’s war plans.
My home is the battlefield.
A Purple Heart
slashed across my chest.
Striving to eavesdrop
on the frontline.
No ambushes tolerated.
Targeting for total annihilation.

Tears on the edge.
Contained all day.
Wheels to road.
Alone in my cocoon.
Tears splash.
Spontaneous release.
Fear.
Joy.
Relief.
Liberation.
All is pure again.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin
February 5-6, 2015
Poem # 392

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Breathe. Smile. Move Forward.

Breathe. Smile. Move Forward.

Fear.
Joy.
Anxiety.
Relief.
All occupying the same space.
Living in a parallel moment.
Sharing an identical voice.

The farther away from
the line drawn
on my calendar pages,
the better!

The five year mark
looming in the distance.
Simultaneously,
it is
exciting
and
scary.
Cheering.
Screaming.
Celebrating.
Crying.
All in the same breath.
Together.
As one.

Getting TO this race ribbon
is not the finish line.
Getting BEYOND it is.
The years
in the rearview mirror
are the sought-after
guideposts.

Tethering my thoughts.
Harnessing them by my side.
Keeping them on one track.
Focus.
Moving the needle
when the record skips.
Redirecting
the runaway thoughts.
Resetting the loop.

I. Will. Survive.
I. Will. Conquer.
I. Will. Thrive.

Breathe.
BE.
Smile.
HERE.
Move forward.
NOW.
Rejoice.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
December 5-10, 2014
Dedicated: Year 3 (12/16/2014)
Poem #391

Dancing Her Jig

I don’t know which
surprises me more:
who I was
or
who I’ve become.

The Nancy of Today
has always been with me.
She has sat center stage
with my psyche.
She has also enjoyed
playing a masterful game
of hide-and-seek.

She has skipped,
frolicked,
and darted
throughout my yesteryears.
While she hadn’t fully
introduced herself yet,
unbeknownst to me,
her role was far more significant
than an Alfred Hitchcock
cameo appearance.
The shadow
of her fingerprints
are distinct
when viewing reels
of home movies.

A grand entrance
was never her style.
She infiltrated gradually,
almost indistinguishably,
leisurely taking the reins
to run the show.
Once she shimmied
into the pilot seat,
I was dancing
her jig with glee!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C
Poem #387
May 30, 2014

Get Back To Health 4 Life!

I gave a presentation on stress reduction to a small group of cancer survivors at the downtown YMCA yesterday. The presentation was included in their LiveStrong program. It went great. There was a lot of positive feedback afterward. I was told my presentation was eye opening, great information, and they could feel my passion!

I am speaking throughout the DFW area. Let me know if you’d like to schedule a presentation for one of your networking/social groups or employee wellness programs. Let’s all put the LIFE back in our style and get Back To Health 4 Life!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed.
Certified Health Coach

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No Future. No Past. Where Our Magic Happens!

As my 48th birthday approaches, I contemplate birthday celebrations. Okay, we’ve lived another year, yet really it’s just another day lived. It indicates the passage of time, which I think we all will attest, goes way too fast. As I ponder the days of my life, there are more outstanding milestones to celebrate. Days upon which I’ve done something far greater than marking calendar pages turned. At the same time, EVERY day is a gift. The ONLY day we truly have is TODAY. The only moment to call our own is NOW. The heart of time. No future. No past. The only point in which we get to live. Truly the moment of celebration.

It’s so easy to get caught up in our routines, moving from task to task without much thought. Lists of what we’ve done and what we need to do occupying our head space. We’ve all been there. We’ve all done that. Living in the HERE and NOW takes practice. A daily practice. While it can be challenge, the HERE/NOW is where our magic happens. It’s where we connect to our true, inner selves. It’s where all the colors of the most vivid kaleidoscope transform into a glorious white light. No judgements. No discriminations. It’s where hearts merge and beat as one.

I’m all for celebrating each of our milestones, birthdays included. My desire is to also celebrate the enchantment of HERE/NOW. Knowing it is exactly where I need to be, at the juncture I need to be there. Living in the heart of each moment is powerful and transformative!

We all have this inner mastery. For some it’s dormant, yet it is still within each of us. You’ll be amazed with what happens when you awaken your inherent wisdom. The more you engage, the more your mundane becomes extraordinary! The simplest of times become passionate. A delightful, delectable, jubilation! Come join me! Exuberance awaits!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.

Inner Goddess

Inner Goddess

Sometimes Ms. Vanity,
chases away Ms. Confidence,
and comes knocking on my door.
She keeps her companion,
Ms. Self-Conscious,
in close tow.
I try to ignore them both.
But they howl and howl,
and they huff and they puff,
until I let them in.

They point and laugh.
Magnifying and Amplifying
all the cruel tricks of Nature
I want to eradicate.

Hair loss
where I want to keep it.
Hair growth
where I could do without!
My tweezers and I
have a friend/foe relationship.
Every day,
we have a stare down
in the mirror.
Plucking and taunting
as we dance in the ring.
Bulges, jiggles, and wiggles
jamming to the beat.

Dryness
in the most undesirable places.
Wetness
at the most inconvenient times.
Winkles
taking ownership of my skin.

Ruminants
of my Perfect Girls
are in the eyes
of a Scarecrow.
Helter Skelter
Purple Hearts
slashed across
their cheeks.

One would think
my husband’s declining vision
would help my parable,
yet his fingers do the walking.
He knows me by braille!

What Is
is
What Is.
It’s better
than the alternative!
Control what you can,
and LET GO of all the rest!

Find your Inner Goddess.
Gaze upon her
in your reflection.
She is your True Self.
She is your Muse.
Present her
to the world.
Walk in her light!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
January 16, 2014
Poem # 384

The Same, Yet Completely Different!

The Same, Yet Completely Different!

Two years ago today,
my life was saved!
I became
a breast cancer Survivor.
Conqueror.
Warrior.
Phoenix.

Little did I know then,
this day
would be one to celebrate.
Without a diagnosis,
a demon was silently
suffocating me.

The words
which felt like daggers
ripping through my soul,
were actually angels
flying in to rescue me!

When the announcement
shattered the airwaves,
my world came crashing
down upon me,
plunging me
into a darkness
I’ve never known before.

Despair and Fear
became my full-time companions.
They followed me
everywhere.
They barged into my head
and ranted on
incessantly.

Their voices devoured
my every thought.
Nothing could
penetrate
their relentless
shrieking.

Somewhere along
the Trinity Trails,
my inner terrain
recalibrated.
A shift
unfolded.
Transposed.

My spirit inverted.
Rose.
Prevailed.
Squirmed away
from those masqueraded comrades.

I ascended
to the other side
and befriended
Hope.
Trust.
Belief.
They became
my beloved playmates!

They held my hand
as I turned my back on the abyss
and skipped toward the radiant,
panoramic landscape.

My heart overflowed
with the beat
of the Phoenix and the Dove.
Entirely encompassed.
Overpowering
static wailing
from the inside out.

Their sweet voices
chanted in harmonious unison.
Composing a symphony
which mended
my broken wings,
elevated me,
and gave me the strength
to take flight.

In these last two years,
I traveled to places
I never thought I’d have go.
I marshaled qualities
I never knew I had.
I scaled mountains
and crawled out
of seemingly bottomless,
and oh so very bleak,
chasms.

I have been to the edge
of the world and back.
Helter Skelter
Purple Hearts
slashed across my chest.

I battled a demon
and returned transformed.
I left ordinary and burdened
and come back
empowered and invigorated.

In the midst of combat,
I went through a metamorphosis.
Darkness and Light.
Twilight and Eclipse.
Combusting.
Alchemy.
Expansive and Exuberant.
Vivid and Brilliant.
A Total Color Spectrum.
I was reconstructed.

A Quantum Evolution transpired.
I’ve become someone
I never knew
I could be!
I see with different eyes.
I feel with a rejuvenated heart.
My mind is remolded.
I am the same,
yet completely different!

Before the demon
tried to take residence
inside my body,
I thought
I had my life’s work figured out.
I thought
my path was forged
and firmly mapped out.
Enduring warfare
revolutionized my spirit.

Scattered across
the depths of combat,
I realized
my thoroughfare
was really a foundation in disguise –
navigating and preparing me
for a path upon which
I never thought I’d step.

The jigsaw puzzle
descended into place.
My undeniable purpose
was revealed to me,
paraded before my eyes,
at the exact moment
I was meant to know.

Billboards in the sky.
Flashing, neon lights.
Flare guns.
Exploding fireworks.
Signs everywhere.
The message was luminous.
Pitch perfect a cappella.
Absorbed and reverberating.
Drenching every cell of my being.
Full-blown saturation.

I was meant to have face-off
with the demon.
I was supposed to cross swords
and come out on the other side
transfigured.
Only then,
would I be equip
to walk the path
designed for me.

The rest of my life
is devoted
to empowering others
to live healthy lifestyles
for disease prevention
or triumphing and flourishing
in spite of it!

This is all beyond me.
I am a sparking conduit.
Singing the lyrics
the heavens
are whispering
straight into my heart.
A drop in the ocean.
A delicate snowflake.
Infinitesimal,
yet all that matters.

The Universe
expanding.
Inside out.
Outside in.
Every
IS
WAS
WILL BE
– Undivided.
Merging.
Intertwining.
One Breath.
Absolute Abundance
embracing
my entire being.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
December 11 – 16, 2013
Poem #382