living the drama

When I blogged on Friday, I sat in my favorite cafe, drinking a delicious coffee, eating wonderful pastries. The weather outside felt spring-like, warm, sunny, full of life. There were people out, milling around the small town, going in and out of shops. My partner sat across the table from me, reading, journaling, making me … Continue reading living the drama

2:2

“A day can really slip by when you're deliberately avoiding what you're supposed to do.” ― Bill Watterson, There's Treasure Everywhere It has been a month of avoiding writing. For a few weeks, I felt like I was herding cats when I sat down to blog. My mind felt connected and filled with ideas. When I would sit … Continue reading 2:2

2:1

A woman is like a teabag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.-Eleanor Roosevelt One of my favorite mugs sits on my desk, warm, inviting, a tall spoon sticking out the top of it. It is filled with tea, a little bit of honey, lemon. It transports … Continue reading 2:1

1:1

“Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars I bought a bright red bullet journal in 2019 to use in 2020. Around October 2019, I started doodling in that audacious little book. I created my opening pages for the coming year, and through that process, I realized my word … Continue reading 1:1

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