I cannot say what to do for sure, but when joy in any form comes, welcome it. The pink on the tree, the laughter of your brother, the afternoon bath, the Billie Holiday song that is most needed, clean hair, clean sheets, having someone (somewhere) who makes you giggle while trying to be as quiet… Continue reading Welcome it
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swear not by the moon
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
Re-finding Twelve
I recently read Susan Branch's novel "Martha's Vineyard, Isle of Dreams" and in it she describes a delicious morning of reading in bed, in the perfect breezy weather, with her cat curled on her legs in her dreamy bedroom. Dealing with major heartache and upheaval; she was coming back to herself in small ways and… Continue reading Re-finding Twelve
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…
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
Falling in Maine
To combat the loneliness, I walk slowly. When I get to my apartment I know what I will find when I enter; dishes that need washing, my yoga mat half rolled up and the quiet punctured only by the hum of the fridge. I’ve taken to peeking into the windows of the neighboring houses from… Continue reading Falling in Maine
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