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…

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…

with you…under white linen sheets.

with you.  under white linen sheets. is where i want to be in bed.  no longer alone. where we lay awake full in love free of heartbreak. wrapped in sunlight where we can live out our dreams in each other’s arms while kissing beneath the stars and chasing moon beams. we’ll smile from the happiness…