When the clock struck midnight on New Years, I was standing on the freezing beach in Delaware under the brightest moon glowing on the bundled faces of Mom and Dad, Mackenzie, Rickie, Kyle and Kelly. And of course, Liam the black lab. I looked up at the stars and out at the darkness of the… Continue reading swear not by the moon
Category: A Hope Chest of Light Keeping
This is my lighthouse journey, my place of bright things.
Delights that make me blush, moments of bliss, holding myself accountable to find the very thing I know I deserve and how to hold it sacred till it’s really here.
Here’s what they don’t tell you…
Here’s what they don’t tell you about life: it's mostly made of being uncomfortable. Sorry, I know, what an opening line. People always says “Beginnings can be tough!” and “Endings are so sad!” but you know what they aren’t saying? “Getting your feet under you is a really confusing and energy exhausting experience.” Whoops. Left… Continue reading Here’s what they don’t tell you…
Earthy and holy both
I want a house on the beach made of cedar shakes and a squeaky porch door that slams shut as I run in and out barefooted and laughing. I want a big picnic table out back with strings of party lights up in the tree branches, blinking slowly like the stars beyond. I want friends… Continue reading Earthy and holy both
the gate, the latch, the door, the key
I woke up today, still knowing nothing. I felt the sun on my face and sighed. I am tired. My insides are fatigued and my heart hurts. My heart is getting overwrought with trying to heal. My heart is the gate that will not close and latch behind the person leaving. Most times the person… Continue reading the gate, the latch, the door, the key
Why worry at all?
I stood and looked up and saw that the rocks that had once been above me were now below where I stood And I wondered, did they know they would change the shape of the river when they left their perch in the sky? Their falling caused streams where no streams were before. And petite… Continue reading Why worry at all?
A memory, a hope.
I wake up. The sun is coming through the sheer curtains on the window in the hall very brightly, and downstairs I hear the faint “beep” of the microwave. Outside it is already hot even though it’s nearly 9:00 in the morning. The cicada’s sing in even waves like the surf hitting the shoreline. A… Continue reading A memory, a hope.
This is all so far
I have officially lived in New York City for a whole year. I've cried on the subway, I've laughed on the street corners. I've hit roadblocks, been seized by gratitude and open to grace. I have met some of the kindest most sincere people and I've reconnected with friends that make me feel like a… Continue reading This is all so far
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