Aging gives you a sense of how the years have worn you down and unraveled your edges. It leaves you looking at what you are now and imagining what you used to be. It might even leave you feeling like a gust will win out and you will let go, floating and fumbling off into the distance, tumbling uncontrollably away from the place you had been secured to for so long.
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Lately, I’ve been looking through old photos and finding so many moments of you smiling and laughing, even when things weren’t going so well. It reminded me of something I don’t normally see when I’m looking back: joy. It made my heart light to think of us laughing together; to think of you having fun.
Read moreRunning Through It
A river has cut through me for so long now. I’ve let the flow define me. Sure I’ve created places where I forced a bend or tightened down the width; but all the while, it still cut through the landscape of my life and carved lines in my being I never planned to see.
Read moreWhat Had Hold On Me
Today I saw a patch of wild dandelion blooms lightly lifting in a vortex carrying them up into the air and out into the field. There were hundreds of wishes getting taken away on the wind. Parts of these plants were carried so far from where they were, to find new spaces to spread out and thrive. They were launched and caught on a breeze all at once; somehow being entirely connected and yet entirely on their own journey.
Read moreGhosts
It’s as if I’m haunted by the past. The ghosts that are in my world aren’t even true versions of the people who have long since gone. They are eerily present yet wholey ethereal; they could be dispersed by a strong breeze or lost to a loud sound.
Read moreI Wish
Rather than facing the truth in my present moment, and understanding how that can help me evolve, I continue to visit the past thinking I can rub salve on a sore that is now a scar, hoping to heal it.
Read moreLooking Back
The marriage hadn’t been healthy since I could remember but we were all holding on to some semblance of what we thought was the thing we had to do; the way it had to look.
Read moreFormidable Ambiguity
There are versions of you that haven’t been born yet.
Read moreGrit, Fiber and Pluck
I have yet to uncover that stone of worthiness that will make me feel most aligned. I still ache to believe in myself more and become this beautiful creative being I know exists. She’s always been there: my own private Stevie Nicks.
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