Away in the tiny corners of your room lives the left over magic of childhood. A space that saw so much of you grow and change is now seeing you again as though it were the first time. Yes, sure, the floors need to be swept and the brown boxes need to be broken down.… Continue reading A bitter moment
I was not perfect. In fact, sometimes, I was awful to be around. I was not always right, but I tried desperately to always be kind. I succeeded mostly. I did not always apologize (first or at all) but I did leave the door to my heart open and the threshold welcoming.I was learning. I was working… Continue reading A good try.
Dear Mackenzie, While walking Bella, I saw on the pavement a large Daddy Long Legs sitting, staring in the direction of Starbucks. He did not move when I approached, nor did he flinch when I stepped over him. I looked over my shoulder as I walked away. I saw him wave his top hat. I… Continue reading A letter to my sister, on her Birthday:
There are no words sometimes for the journey you are on. You must get to the other side before you can process. In the middle of the sun setting, when everything glows, its easy to want to stop and look around you. Marvel at the beauty. Sit and wait. But sometimes before you know it,… Continue reading Wilder and wilder still
A friend of mine is celebrating her grandmother's birthday today. Her grandmother has already passed on to the other side but she remembered her fondly and wrote that she hoped her grandmother was proud of her. And I thought how strange it is that when it is all said and done, the thing we long… Continue reading The light and dark
It's been a long time since I placed my hand at the barre. 5 Years. A lifetime for a body that has been through the ringer. Though the action of it is familiar, there is a lot that is not. The way my body feels, the places that hold tightness that once did not. The… Continue reading At the Barre
A good word to mull over on the first of the month. A great chance to start over or keep going. What I intend to do often times gets railroaded by the rest of life. That doesn't make me special, I think all people deal with this. But the idea that catastrophe could strike and… Continue reading Intention
This summer hangs, hazy and lazy as a nap on Sunday in which you awaken dizzy blushing with heat. Not so much sticky as humid. Uncomfortable hours spent finding the coolest spot on the pillow. Hours tick by painfully slow without an end in sight. Change comes slowly, so slowly this summer. Do remember a time… Continue reading A fluttering