To my son and daughter, After 4.5 years it’s finally happening. Our house will be filled with the laughter of young humans. Today is move in day. The day when the three of us become the five of us. It hasn’t been an easy journey to motherhood. We’ve spent the equivalent of a university education…
Tag: life
looking at life differently.
I was at a conference recently where I reconnected with someone from my uni years whom I had met through a mutual friend . Over the course of a few days we skipped the casual prompts that occur in surface level get-to-know-yous and we jumped right into curious conversation ignited by philosophy and personal insights…
chapter 42.
It’s a gift to exist. I heard these words in an interview on the radio as I pulled into my driveway on the eve of my 42nd year earthside (April 2nd). It gave me reason to take a long pause as I sat in mycar thinking about … well many of things. Life things. Heart…
the first day.
And so, the sun set last night. As we slept, after the firework dust faded, the faux champagne bubbles settled and the squeaky streamers silenced, the month of December came to an end. The year ended too. And as we woke this morning the sun rose on the first day of a new year. While the world…
i guess this is growing up.
I’m a good two decades past my adolescence. I’m a Nineties girl. My formative years. I’m not sure I’d say my coming-of-age years as I feel like I’m becoming more myself every year; with each day. But none of that matters because the Nineties is where my teenage angst and curiosity laid the foundation for…
a complicated relationship with optimism.
Hope floats. My teen years were the late 90s and pop culture philosophy from light-hearted movies about life filled my “quote book”, a separate journal where I scrawled out lyrics, phrases and prose. For some reason this film with Sandra Bullock has always stuck with me. In particular, the closing wisdom: “Beginnings are scary, endings…
alps and altitude.
sun dancing under bluebird skies on snowis the purest solace i’ll ever knowski gliding down the mountainthrough silver woods and deer parkpast silent evergreens frosted in whiteplaying in powderand laughing with aunt gladyswhile swooshing down back diamondson the backsidewaltzing along whiskey jackand traversing the big dipperwith crushed boots learning to carve peaceful pleasure fills my…
waiting for motherhood.
TW: The following post talks about fertility and adoption. I write these words from my perspective rooted in my own feelings, based on my own experiences. I have simplified the medical words to communicate from my heart and in my own voice. I recognize that infertility and loss is painful and agonizing. I also know…
so … this is 40.
Here I am. Standing somewhere far away from the curious young lass that nearly ten years ago travelled the yellow brick road to down under only to wander back to her small hometown years later to plant seeds; to see her roots grow. Here I am. Leaning into the woman I am intentionally becoming while…
it’s time to be the garden for once.
You’ve done enough watering. It’s time to be the garden for once. I’ve heard this quote several times this summer, saw it in memes and read it twice the other day on Twitter and Instagram. What can I say, plant wisdom resonates with me. With the past few months feeling more like a bed of…
static confusion. 