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…
Category: gaining perspective.
thought provoking moments and little life matters that are helping me put things into perspective.
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…
manifested romance.
he is not a potential suitor but your attraction to him is spurred by irrational emotions. it is neither lust or love — it is merely aching, perpetual loneliness. the hangover of an empty bed. sleep with yourself. an affair with dignity before you can expect another to genuinely lay next to you. “being single,…
my own conversation with warhol.
i like my alone time. serene solitude. quiet moments where i can manifest and ponder. however, sometimes in my restful respite the odd lad or lass pops in to offer his or her companionship. he’s an artist or she’s a muso. he’s a pop culture icon or she’s a rock legend. i seem to appreciate…
the burdens of booze: 150 days later.
150 days. that is how long i have been sober. to admit addiction is brave. to commit to recovery is courage. to cope with it every day is survival. humans are curious, we experiment. we are allured by drug culture. we spiral in despair but we also stand tall in the light. we heal. we…
static confusion. 