Between Be In Between I constantly walk a tightrope Never quite giving up, never quite committing Lingering in an state of purgatorial limbo An incessant internal torment My soul is never at rest Permanently caught In Between tween
Rain I feel like today is a good day to write.. The patter of rain in the background the soundtrack to my lyrics The gentle thunder like rumblings from within Calm yet restless darkness with brief flashes of light My heart pours onto the page bursting from heavy purple rain clouds A seemingly endless reservoir flowing from a broken dam Now lulling me off to sleep till it just becomes white noise Infusing with my dreams washing away my worries
Why I Get Up Early On a Sunday
(and You Should Too!)
Ah, Sundays… The perfect day to hit snooze, sleep in another couple hours, and finally get up only to transport your slothful behind from your cozy bed to your nearly-as-comfy couch. Or perhaps you reserve Sunday as your “chore day” where you can finally get around to cleaning that pigsty you call a house. Productive, right? Wrong! Try this instead: set your alarm for 7am, brew a fresh pot of coffee, have a cold shower, pack a healthy lunch and go “take a hike!” Specifically with These Boots Are Made For Hiking, a hiking Meetup I discovered during covid lockdown.
“What’s a Meetup?” I can hear you asking. Here’s the definition right off their website: “Meetup is a platform for finding local communities to meet new people, learn new things, find support, get out of their comfort zones, and pursue their passions together.” I couldn’t have said it better myself. I myself have been a member on Meetup for years and have attended the odd event, but I truly discovered its power this year during lockdown. Like most people, I was going through a tough time – isolation, boredom, depression – and through the power of Meetup I discovered all sorts of groups that connected me with others dealing with the same crap. Those Meetups helped me get out of my “uncomfortable zone,” beat loneliness, and provided that much-needed motivation I was desperately seeking.
“These Boots Are Made For Hiking” is a Meetup group started by Sherry Bagnato, aka “Dear Woo Woo girl,” a Toronto-based author, podcaster and hiker extraordinaire. When asked why she started this group, she replied: “I tried organizing hikes with friends, but our plans always fell through. I started These Boots to get a group of motivated people together every week!” And boy, did it work. It started off as a modest group – about 10 members – and has grown to around 40 regular walkers! The skill levels involved are anything from beginner to “moderately challenging” meaning that anyone, age or experience, is able to join. I’ve met people from all “walks of life” (pardon the pun): from the spry and sporty to retirees; from students and newcomers to Canada to those needing the exercise or looking to get closer to nature; or folks just looking to fill up a Sunday afternoon. There are even trekkers who brave the trails as a form of physical therapy. For myself, these hikes have been an excellent form of mental health therapy; I always feel better (or otherwise exhausted) after a hike, and I’ve found it’s a positive and motivating way to start off the week! Whatever the reason for joining, I believe we all have one thing in common: a sense of “finding connection.”
I’ve had a great many conversations with my fellow hikers, and they all have something unique and enlightening to share. These hikes are also a great chance for networking. Each week we choose a new location to brave, reachable either by public transit or a short drive (and always generous drivers willing to carpool for those who need a ride). We hit up all sorts of hiking trails: some through canopied forests, others through rollicking fields, treks up mountainous bluffs and down winding, wooden staircases – hikes for any challenge level you’re looking for! If this sounds intimidating, no need to fret; the group breaks off into smaller groups so that you’ll always find members who are more “your speed.” And of course we take breaks to rest, eat lunch or go for a refreshing swim along the way. All in all a fun, challenging and exhilarating way to spend your Sunday!
So next time Sunday rolls around, what are you gonna do? Hit the alarm and roll over, or get your backside out of bed and join a hike? If you decide on the former, enjoy your lazy Sunday. But if you are ready for a change, want to take action and get out and meet new people, then click the link below and join our next hike! You won’t regret it, and your alarm will thank you.
> >Sign up for the next hike on Meetup: https://www.meetup.com/these-boots-are-made-for-hiking
Follow Sherry Bagnato: https://dearwoowoogirl.com
Cameron is a freelance writer, short story author and novice hiker living in Bloordale, Toronto
Contact Cameron: firstname.lastname@example.org
Floetry Corner - "Broken Dreams" by emcee Problem-Addict
*Note: I get inspired to write verses after whilst smoking weed and listening to hip hop instrumentals I randomly search on Youtube. I felt this beat was special, stirring deep emotions, simultaneously conjuring both depressing motivating feelings... I posted the link to the instrumental so you can try to rap along! 🙂 Old School Hip-Hop // Rap Instrumental | Rotten Mind | Decibel Lirical https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRjZsP1FOT8&ab_channel=DecibelLirical "This beat...bring out my inner sadness, fuck 'rose-colored' all I got's tinted glasses / Like a hand I can't stand this, I feel bad, fuck sad, this is madness / Ill and manic, pop pills, still an addict, shit is tragic, got skills, but still imagine / that I'm livin' in a palace, filled with lavish things, and if I wanna leave could just spin an atlas / But I feel the axis...still the fact is, payin' bills, still sleep on a shitty mattress / Thinking bout life, just tryna stay afloat... but I keep sinking back into blackness ('ahhhhhhh') / I suppose hanging myself is the fastest - way to stop these feelings, havin' flashbacks like a hit of acid / In a panic - almost go insane, overload my brain - until it crashes (boom!) / Suddenly I feel the fire...like I lit some matches, throwin' on sticks, twigs and branches, until it catches / Let me out of this cage, so I can let loose and spit rage, till all that's left of this stage is a pit of ashes / Doesn't matter if you got a God-given talent, gotta balance that shit with a vision, stick with it if / it's a passion, gotta make it a mission to start buildin' habits, that'll get you to the next level / of this challenge, with practice yo skill advances, begin to master and move on to bigger pastures / Like lennon just imagine where you'll be in ten years...picture chillin' in yo mansion / But like a car gotta start now - cause time's tickin fast, and in a flash yo dreams begin to shatter and die like they were given cancer... ('and all the shit I thought did didn't matter')" -freestyle by problemaddict
Trapped I feel trapped... A flickering moth, abducted by the light in an eternal state of phototaxis A struggling rat, caught in a mousetrap gradually accepting the thought of death A cocky roach, appendages paralyzed by amber molasses feelers erratically flailing in distress A tiny ant, drowning in a pool of honey gulping every last, sweet breath of air A jittery fly, tangled in spider's web unwittingly preparing itself to be its next meal A busy bee, suddenly engulfed in green teeth while greedily drinking at its deceitfully sweet nectar A naive rabbit, snagged by metal cuffs wildly spasming with each attempted escape A fluttering butterfly, snatched in soft mesh impulsively flapping its wings to take flight A dangling fish, held proudly from angler's hook desperately gasping for atoms of air A restless dog, tightening its leash with each futile tug foolishly strangling itself to get ahead A tamed tiger, restlessly stalking its cage endlessly pacing, awaiting the day its at last released An imprisoned primate, thrashing about in its manufactured enclosure painfully aware of its dire and futile predicament thinking Let me out I want to live
Stuck I am stuck An invisible force holding me down Gravity binding me to the ground I try to get up, but I feel three times my weight I want to get up, but this constraint is overpowering I go to get up, but I am unable to move Caught in a Venus flytrap Feeling inevitable death but doing nothing about it No one can help me I am stuck
Supersymmetry I am me, but there is another me Completely opposite Moving in the right direction Unknowingly spinning me backwards in the opposite direction A contradictory pair Dancing through time Both partners unaware of the other Invisibly influencing the other I wish I could detach and just float away So I could map out my own path Unaffected by myself
Sun Sun filters in Forming a rectangular shape Penetrating my safe enclosure Reminding me The outside world still exists If only I could harness it to power my body To get out of bed Now that’s solar power!
End of Covid (or Spring is Here!) People out Children playing Mothers shouting Dads catching Babies crying Friends laughing Joggers running Athletes training Couples smiling Guys joking Kids frolicking Teens flirting Birds chirping Cars driving Ambulance wailing Babies screaming Dogs barking Planes gliding Gangs hanging Crowds gathering Bands playing Music blasting Cyclists cruising Bells clanging Men working Seniors sitting Boys chasing Girls giggling Balls dribbling Clouds parting Sun shining Ice melting Mood shifting Depression lifting THIS IS THE END OF COVID
finally! I'm finally going to... start a podcast! who the fuck would listen to that? perform at open mic night! who would find you funny? apply for that job! why the fuck would they hire you? get in shape! what shape? start jogging! yeah, to the convenience store maybe start my business! are you joking? get my life in order! what life? I am ready! no you're not This time I'm going to do it! I don't think so Today's the day! maybe tomorrow I'm gonna start on it first thing... we'll all be waiting with bated breath