Don’t swallow your words before they reach the keyboard. First drafts are supposed to be riddled with scattered thoughts. You are supposed to let it all out and organize it later. When we don’t allow our minds the space to unload, we lose that connection to our creativity. There’s writers out there writing entire novelsContinue reading “Your Words”
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I Love Baths
I hope my future has a hot tub in it. I love baths. Bubbles, oils, candle light, all of it. I’ve always wanted one of those trays for the bath. Mostly because I’ve never had one. As for my love baths, there was even a brief time in my adult life where I would onlyContinue reading “I Love Baths”
Sway
There’s always going to be the pull, the spiral. There’s always going to be the darkness that lingers under the bed. It’ll grab you by the heels. It’ll knock you out and suck you in rightwhen you expect it to (or not). There’s a rhythm. There’s a dance and they say the best way aroundContinue reading “Sway”
Wait, Strike That Reverse It” -Willy Wonka
The my last post, There’s So Much World Out There, I spoke about how important it is to have new experiences. But this post, want to talk about how important it is to find the beauty in monotony. In the same ole rigmarole. We forget to find beauty in the small things. There’s that sayingContinue reading “Wait, Strike That Reverse It” -Willy Wonka”
So Much World Out There
When I was a kid, I loved going to this place called BeeBee Dairy with my grandmother. We’d get clam chowder with soup crackers every time. Those moments stick. The ones that take you out of your normal day to day and thrust you into something new but just as cozy. I always try myContinue reading “So Much World Out There”
Momming
I love being a mom. I loved being a working mom, a stay at home mom, and now a momprenuer. If I could go back and change some things with my first, I’d quit my job sooner and spend all the days I could with my first born. There’s more support than I realized andContinue reading “Momming”
My Drive
I’m not driven by money. Don’t get me wrong, when someone hands me cash to take care of myself, I feel loved and cared for and grateful but money is not nor has ever been a driver for me to accomplish things. When I’m truly heard, supported, and understood that is what gives me theContinue reading “My Drive”
Sunday Rest Day
My Sunday rest day was much needed this week. My head has been spinning trying to get a few new things together. My heart has been pulled in so many directions. With so much on my plate, I have to prioritize my free time. With so much value in the world I’d like to create,Continue reading “Sunday Rest Day”
Plato’s Cave
My latest interest. I like both of these animations. I really like how the responsibility that comes with enlightenment is described here. We should all seek knowledge and truth in our ways and when/if you find that tribe that’s willing to listen, share, and grow with you, it will still be the tribes (as aContinue reading “Plato’s Cave”
Poem Trade
I share one I find. You share one you find. I’ll go first, Te Deum Charles Reznikoff – 1894-1976 Not because of victories I sing, having none, but for the common sunshine, the breeze, the largess of the spring. Not for victory but for the day’s work done as well as I was able; notContinue reading “Poem Trade”
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