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…
Tag: writing
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…
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…
faith over fear
I was 38 years old when I had the first genuine thought – an internal desire – to become a mother.
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…
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…
static confusion. 