“I met him when he was broken.” I said, referring to the day I met my husband in the park after he’d separated his shoulder on a trail. "That’s how we all meet each other.” he said. And then I had my first matcha latte made with peace, love, almond milk and understanding. It was…Read more Holy Matcha
His and Her morning meditations. His is pink. The place was crawling with people who were only thinking about themselves being seen, like a concert, which is ironic. You’ve come to see the band hoping they’ll see what a fan you are, like church. Where’s the music? Why doesn’t it work to just say to…Read more Love Notes
We've been home two days. Dreaming resumed after stuffing our faces with centuries old art created by either the typical, deviant aristocracy, those men who had the choice to forgo their family's pursuit of traditional wealth in favor of living abroad with unsanctioned partners painting en plein air, feigning a pauper's life to master the illusion of…Read more The Camel and the Scorpion
Look with Love and See Listen with Love and Hear Feel with Love and Be ~ I promise to expand on these thoughts soon but for today just wanted to put a little love in your heart and say thanks for all the love you've put in my heart this year. Isn't writing the best?…Read more With Love
Last night I dreamt about amorphous blob creatures called muffies. They laid, thoughtless, purple, clam-like yet motionless and unclothed on yoga mats making moaning and sucking sounds with eyeballs connected to no thoughts other than to be fed. I spent the dream trying to manage their slimy groaning needs while actual work scenarios rushed up…Read more Consumed
Yesterday I bumped into some old writing; several thousand words chronicling the death of a decade which now looks like a worn out towel in my memory. It made me question love; why we need it, how to go about it, what it's for, why bother the risks. Last night I dreamt about an…Read more Love is.
Florida (New Years 2014) Coming to the end of this year has instead brought me to the beginning, where everything had to start over from nothing. Life is beautifully cyclical this way as I would learn a few short weeks ago parked at a stop light in a snow storm, when a strangers car…Read more Full