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…
Tag: life
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…
truth telling.
a list-making exercise inspired by glennon doyle’s passage in “the path made clear” by oprah winfrey. below is my version of the “25 things you don’t know about me” list. as doyle writes, “this truth telling is something that can unlock people. i felt connected. like the real me to the real other people.” may…
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…
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…
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…
static confusion. 