posture

I've started to give thought to posture this year. It feels like a challenge to overcome. What stance does one take in order to Flourish? What a big, grand, audacious word to pick for ones year. I've thought about posture in the context of my word for the year, in the context of this blog, … Continue reading posture

gray

The snow has melted, and the ground has returned to the crunchy, frozen, dead, brown leaves that covered the earth before. Looking out my window the world appears gray, hard, uninviting. I have no desire to leave the comfort of my cozy studio for the cold that has descended upon us. This morning I sit … Continue reading gray

walk

My earbuds, pounding music into my mind, create a weird dichotomy as I look out my window into the pitch, still, blackness of the night. It yells quiet, calm, nothingness. My ears hear a loud, pounding drum line that gives way to a melodic guitar. My surroundings feel calm and quiet, while my mind is … Continue reading walk

snow

I sit in my new spot in my studio this morning. At the beginning of the new year, I decided it was time to take everything out of the studio, clean, add more organization, and rethink the space. I'm glad I did it, I'm glad Katie helped. She built me new shelves for my books … Continue reading snow

rain

I wake up to the sound of rain on the windows. The small splashing of the drops hitting the panes and bursting open as they trail down in a path to the bottom of the window. Ping, ping, patter, ping. The world is dark around me. It is too early for the white morning light … Continue reading rain

everyday

I've spent a lot of time wondering about God, faith, my everyday life, how these things all work together, coexist. I've felt curious about writing for a time on my thoughts and feelings about God how those thoughts have changed, evolved, grown, shrunk over time. I feel stuck when I think much past the desire … Continue reading everyday

masks

Last night I found myself scrolling through old blog posts. I was searching for a specific picture that I knew was buried down in the feed. As my finger glided over my phone screen, I landed on the image of me sitting in the van. I stopped. . When Katie snapped the picture of me … Continue reading masks

dear momma

It’s been six years and two days. I still think about him. I still think about you. . This year has felt so heavy for us all. The world has slowed and shifted. We’ve stayed in, we’ve argued, we’ve made peace, found new joys, enjoyed being together, and all gone stir-crazy. . Perhaps that’s why … Continue reading dear momma

collections

I’ve been growing quiet, slowing down, feeling as if I have less to say here. I’m realizing it is not that I have less to say, it is that I am moving away from needing to say things about what happened last year. I’m giving myself permission to close that collection, so to speak. I’m … Continue reading collections

curious

The way the world shifts and moves inside of us is a curious thing. Like the waves pulling in with the tide, sure of their trajectory towards the shore, only to meet it and pull back out to the sea, to the depths, to the unknown. . Your path, your journey, your life can move … Continue reading curious