catalystic flight

hope may be feathers found wind felt sing songs enjoyed. it could be juicy nectar delights dribbling, drabbling right round. soft cracks in the shell of spring sure to delight. for the bats darling… clear galaxies of catalystic flight. lessons breaking free from passage to raw growth (much anticipated) or cobbled bits after grief has

i don’t have enough

  i don’t ever have enough for all of you. but collectively Someone does. let’s seek out that Someone. let’s put each other in the path of healing and nod approval to our fear-busting chops, that we together can fight this pain. this  brokenness. this inertia toward unrest. collectively, WE can be enough for each

donotworry.

yes.

in life there are moments that you will relive over & over again because they are little or big gifts from God. the moment RL asked me to marry him, will be one of them: i said yes.

frizzy hippie: volume 2 :: i can’t eat the glue, & what it’s teaching me

source in the past half year or so, i’ve gone gluten free. this post is about what i miss (foods), and what <<i’ve discovered>>. i have not jumped on the bandwagon. but if you need to judge me anyway, go ahead. I (politely) just don’t care anymore what you think about my food choices.  i

i will conquer the west

about my fears, i wrote the following, knowing that only by conquering my fears of beginning, will i ever know if i can. the more i wonder, the braver i become. i am not the west. i am the north. i breathe the south. i embrace the east. but the west. it is scary, dry,

love, in all its complications.

i often forget that it takes work. like every relationship that i’ve ever had. he didn’t take out the garbage. she didn’t call me back. he’ll regret that he forgot to tell me about that one day. hurmphphmp. but do i stop loving those folks for those little things? do i cease to think of

push on

sometimes your keyboard is a bit too sticky. perhaps that is your truth. or maybe your tires, or your days seem flat. perhaps you have forgotten what life without hard work looks like. or perhaps you need to work harder, like i’m feeling. maybe you need a break. a rest from the busy, or a

monday mantra :: embrace them.

“Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time, is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole.” Ralph Waldo Emerson. and, I believe this to be true of our lives. every whisper, every tear, every belly laugh, every hug, partakes to the perfection of your

surf the brave

being brave comes from within. or does it? i think it comes to us in waves, and we need to muster the courage to grab our boards and catch it! i haven’t talked much on here about my recent journey to change. but it’s scary. i’m a student again, and am experiencing the unknown, becoming