These are small things and large things and really, they are everything.
Fingers stained with ink from a fountain pen that leaks but that cannot be replaced because the ink stains are part of the magic. Candles on stones carried from the sea on both coasts. The one rock found on the beach that day, all twenty pounds of it. Hugged across...
Even The Deepest Silence Carries Its Own Sweet Wisdom
In any life there is a time to speak – clear and strong and true. Hours and minutes when your voice will be the only thing that can deliver you through to what comes next. When coming clean is the grace that serves and saves. When you must unleash your truest story...
anything could happen
Life can be fucking hard. Month after slogging month. It’s relentless really. You are weary and worn down and exhausted. You wonder sometimes, will it ever ease up? And then it does. Just like that. The exact thing you had been longing for, wrapped with a bow and...blessed be my day.
a running list of ordinary blessings {6.24.12} a new book of poetry. black dress with pink flowers. farmer’s market heirloom tomatoes. a solo trip to the library. Terry Tempest Williams, Anne Lamott AND a deliciously mindless mass market novel. shoes with ties...