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…

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…

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:…

let’s talk…

Let’s talk. About sex and suicide … mania and moods … drugs and depression … being and bipolar … anxiety and alcohol … hurt and hunger … violence and vices … pain and poison. Let’s also talk about the happiness of being human and how that too can be fleeting. It’s ok to talk about…

730 days sans moonshine.

july 24th has become an important day in my life.  one of my three darling sisters was born on this date.  seven years ago i explored – and continue to embrace – a vegan diet (with the exception of the odd butter tart and seasonal mini eggs of course). it was also on this day…

the affects of altitude.

i have left my heart atop a summit approximately 5,280 feet elevated above the canadian okanagan .  it is there amidst the champagne powder and bluebird skies where diamond days are lived and adventure awaits.  it is there where familiar strangers meet again to converse in out-of-bounds proximity; where life is determined by how many turns you…