Once, someone said they loved me the way they loved the woods. They said the woods were wild and so was I. How the woods were always there for them, and so was I. How the woods waited and watched for them. Just like I did. Untamable, neither good nor bad, present and silent and… Continue reading Woodland
Here me out:What if before I belong to anyone else I belong to me first? Me first and me always no matter who comes and goes.I find myself searching for strange sorts of validation from people other than myself and my instincts. Why, still, am I looking for someone to tell me I’m doing a good… Continue reading belonging
It starts so small you hardly see itNothing to see, truly only you feel.And once you feel it you can't help but see it,Is it seeing or feeling that makes it real?Still, all at once it seems to the world outside,That beyond the waiting something grows.All the work you've been learning by your lonesome,The reaching… Continue reading Spring poem
This is me in 2015. The day after my birthday. Freshly 27 and hiking in the rain. I don’t like being wet, I don’t like being dirty and sweaty. But in 2015, freshly 27-it was ok. A good memory now. I’m about to turn 31. And I think back on this girl-this girl, who was important… Continue reading Adventure awaits
My anger feels like lava constantly churning in my stomach. At any moment the volcano erupts and spews the contents of frustration and rage everywhere. It covers every surface from person to furniture.bThe situation is hardly ever worth the amount of damage.My anger feels like a big oven being fed coal by a constant team… Continue reading A thought on anger
I felt God most here of all the cathedrals I sat and prayed in in 2014. The ancient dust and smoke, the french vesper and smell of incense. The wooden kneelers worn down with care, the echoing marble, tred over by millions, the overwhelming sense of Presence in every corner. The stone with eyes gazing… Continue reading It all falls down
I balance where I was a year ago against today. Who I was a year ago against the person in the mirror this morning. What is the same? What is different? What did I see coming? What is so surprising it's hard to even know how I got here? What am I grateful for? What… Continue reading Think of the happiest things/ It’s the same as having wings.
Sunday night approaches. I dig my heels in against the looming week. Wishing for Friday yet again before Monday even peeks her head. I don't like being like that. I like enjoying each day as it comes, having something to look forward too even though work looms overhead like a giant spotlight and I am… Continue reading Look up, Look down