a weed or a wish
there is no avoiding chaos. instead it must be embraced.
examine my heart and my mind
thirty days into twenty fifteen, and i am finally ready to share a new years’ piece. luckily, my resolutions this year do not include punctuality. twenty fourteen was a year of incredible highs and god awful lows. sadness and unparalleled anxiety were swiftly chased with blissful moments of feeling as though the whole world was conspiring to shower me with everything i ever wished for.
but also do believe
5. Practice yoga, you will need the lessons it teaches you at one point or another
6. Medicinal marijuana is the bomb
7. Your cervix is really little” …..and sensitive
my cup overflows with your blessings
wishing you and your family the happiest, healthiest, and most delicious thanksgiving. thank you all for your endless love and friendship. ^^ my cup overflows with your blessings. psalm 23:5. ^^
the kissing will matter a lot more
when she asked me if i had a husband of my own, i explained i would in june and started to cry. i told her of the silly argument anthony and i had that morning. i felt like a fool.
stick your worries on a shelf
i have not seen worry dolls in over a decade. the moment i laid eyes on them in the shop i was eleven years old again.
it happened in a donut shop
this week i came face to face with one of those ridiculous situations which can only happen in a dunkin donuts.
3:45 Dead on Arrival
My mama invited me to hear a motivational speaker at an event her employer was hosting. I went without any expectations, but within minutes was blown away. Inside the nearly two hour talk, I learned a lot about Kathy Buckley, and surprisingly a lot about myself.
to bear witness
A sunset rocked me. It was not an obligatory; “i may never see the dark spill over jerusalem again so I will soak in every second” moments. It was simply one of those skies that startled me. Unexpectedly rattled me to my core. A landscape splashed with a golden rose, impossibly magical hue, which only presents itself when we need it most.
a quilt of beliefs
my mister bought me this pretty book while we were antiquing in st. johnsbury, vermont. we stumbled into a mom and pop bookstore (my favorite kind) and spent some time browsing the tiny literary haven. i instantly fell head over heels for the velvety cover.