waves of pandemic.

When I come to the edge of one ending I often realize that I’m teetering on the verge of a new beginning. The crashing of waves remind me of this: one breaks whilst another one forms slightly behind it. Coming from the horizon, rolling to the shore, and then back out again into the magical…

nature roars.

and in the morningbefore her risingthe sun resteda slow lingerbeyond the greywhere down belowwaves crashed againsta naked shorein a silent worldwhere hope gentlyrustled awaketo embracea new seasonthe blooming springwhere nature roarsand the whispersof fearare swept away.🌿These words came to me yesterday morning while out for my morning walk. The world before 8am doesn’t feel any…

sweet disposition.

Sweet disposition: to be affectionately kind. This is how I’ve come to understand these two words. They all but disappeared from my vocabulary until the song of the same phrase by The Temper Trap enchanted my thoughts recently during an early morning rising. I was in the zen entrapment of holiday wanderlust so the moody…

a never-ever.

A never-ever.  The ultimate beginner.  One who has ever considered trying. I love the endearing sentiment of this ski term, “a never-ever”. I learned it’s meaning the other day.  While I’m not a never-ever or a novice (I’ve been growing on skis for about seven years now) I once was. As comfortable as I may…

i love you because.

i love you because you live with a grace that radiates kindness and a heart so resilient its cracks infiltrate your beautiful flaws the ones that failed you the ones that made you i love you because you see a world shining with good a vision so pure that you move mountains to help others…

you’re pretty much magic.

Reminder to self: you’re pretty much magic.   I, like you reading this post, forget at times just how fiercely badass I am.  Bipolar blurs the line for me often when I’m on the cusp of an emotional breakthrough.  One moment I’m self-assured fabulous and the next I’m fretting about somewhere between calamity and chaos.  I…

just a small town girl.

Just a small town girl living in a (not so) lonely world.  Back in 2016, HuffPost published a blog post titled “13 Reasons to Date a Girl From a Small Town“.  Among them were: She’s courageously independent for making the decision to leave home and explore the world; She’s a family girl – family is…

wander alone.

noise surrounds us. most of it static. infused confusion by the chaos of the mad beat hustle. but here in the conservation of nature i’m able to lay within my thoughts. space to contemplate. freedom to listen to a conversation with myself. to rant and ramble; ponder and philosophize. to speak a nonsensical tangent that…

intersections.

crossroad.  way finding.  junction.  interchange.  roundabout.  cloverleaf. these are a few words synonymous with the noun, “intersection”.  a juncture of happenstance or a meeting point of two paths, an intersection can be a fleeting instance of colliding chaos or a yielding moment of magically sweet serendipity.  a crosswalk where two hearts greet; where a twist…

the bedlam of your beauty.

i find myself frequently penning these words together lately. like most of my scribes the meaning unfolds after i’ve had a moment to digest the sounds of their syllables. so, i thought i would elaborate on this incognito phrase in more intimate detail. indulge me with your curiosity if you will dear reader. bed•lam, noun:…