stream of consciousness: practices and generosity and being here

I didn't have an particularly strong hankering to write today, but in January I made the goal to write once a week and publish at least every other week. I've done a pretty good job so far of making time and sticking to it. I was afraid I would give up because I would start… Continue reading stream of consciousness: practices and generosity and being here

on happiness

My mom sent me a quote this morning as I sat in a coffee shop journaling. "Don't be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams." - Ralph Waldo Emerson It's not important I'm in a coffee shop (btw here's how I feel about coffee) but I only mention it so I can brag… Continue reading on happiness

stream of consciousness – gut feelings & joy

My husband, Evan, and I kind of take turns being the Chatty Chad/Cathy in our relationship. Evan can talk at length on one very focused subject. This is why, for example, despite having never even seen one second of it, I feel like I've watched the entire series Dexter. And why I've experienced an extremely detailed… Continue reading stream of consciousness – gut feelings & joy

two paragraphs of me saying what i REALLY wanted to say in the middle of a bunch of paragraphs of me talking AROUND what i really wanted to say

When I think or I type these types of things I usually sandwich them between "I know this isn't true, but..." and all the examples or points that contradict what I'm feeling. But I'm not going to do that today. It's incredibly hard not to, but for some reason it seems important this time. I… Continue reading two paragraphs of me saying what i REALLY wanted to say in the middle of a bunch of paragraphs of me talking AROUND what i really wanted to say

chaos

Chaos pretty much terrifies me. I hate it. At least most of the time. Sometimes I thrive on it to a certain extent. Sometimes I need it in this weird way. I had a friend die when I was in high school. I was there when the accident happened. It was chaotic for a lot… Continue reading chaos

avalanche in my soul

Last night before I fell asleep, I dreamed of brightly painted toenails Barefoot in green, summer grass; A spark in my eye and dirt on my hands. I felt fresh air in my lungs, My own words on my tongue. I dreamed of running til my scrawny legs collapsed Cause every field was complete without… Continue reading avalanche in my soul