I'm tired of fitting into boxes. Tired of "making things work". Tired of withdrawing because I'm afraid of losing my space, my time, my energy. Tired of "protecting" my space. Tired of feeling like I need to justify my space and what I want. Tired of "letting go", learning not to attach myself. I'm tired… Continue reading Just like my Creator
Five years ago, I was out in Barcelona studying abroad and sending photos of my experiences and adventures to my ex. I prefaced my photos with: Sorry, I'm horrible at taking pictures. He immediately responded: You are brilliant and everything you do is fucking fantastic. I blushed at that, so aware of my melting heart,… Continue reading Blooming remains
Looking up at the sky today, I was mesmerized by the wispy clouds against the blue background. Super gorgeous day. I could see the clouds slowly unfurling and meandering, nowhere to go, nothing to do. Gazing at the vastness, enjoying the warmth of the sun, I had a sudden feeling that I was in a… Continue reading Are you home?
I sat down to meditate in the dark this morning. Before I got settled in, I decided I wanted to sit with and hold my jade elephant, a 4 lb beauty that I had to purchase after I broke it's tusk in the store. Though Mr. Elephant is not my initial choice, it's grown on… Continue reading Underneath it all
I would like to thank you for being a courageous player in this Game of Life. I know you didn't have to, or you could have been less involved or whatever. But you so daringly jump in, yielding relentlessly to faith, truth, freedom. Your desire to live and live fully is magnificent. You are a gorgeous… Continue reading From the desk of your CEO and Captain,
The voice. Let the voice speak. My jaws have been feeling tight, as of late. Whether it's because of the transition back to working full-time and I'm more tired than usual. Or because I haven't been writing. I don't know. But I catch the tension that keeps sneaking back in. And I know, something wants… Continue reading Sounds good
The past month has been a quiet one for me. Somewhat of a sobering one. In the past, I might have said I lost my voice for a month. In the past, I might have apologized for my silence, to myself, to anyone that reads my stuff. In the past, I might have cringed and… Continue reading Rising