The beets are burning. There’s a fire in my heart.

I’m stringing along a river of code…If/Else if/Else..If..If.. The infinite loop breaks my paddle forward until my wooden boat is circling above a sleeping trout. I hope he notices. The fish is stirred by my current of affection and wriggles out of his cave in lazy surrender. The rainbows fused into his scales puff upContinue reading “The beets are burning. There’s a fire in my heart.”

Three Decades Strong (& Vulnerable)

Thirty. A year to wash my hands, pronounce myself clean, and finally – get on with living. Enter: vulnerability. Always never feeling adequate. Do the doves feel this? I wish I knew. I didn’t know much about turning thirty before I did. Life does surprise. At 29, one of my single greatest self-discoveries occurred whileContinue reading “Three Decades Strong (& Vulnerable)”

Coral is My Favourite Colour

Last Monday, I slung on the broad straps of my tote bag and slipped my bare toes into the welcoming cork beds of strappy Birkenstock sandals. Mid-morning slid into its 10:30am time slot and I was determined to relieve my busy thoughts with a panoramic view of the Coral Sea. Never before Australia did IContinue reading “Coral is My Favourite Colour”

Baby Plant

There are clouds and there are gloomy days. There are nights and there are night-crawlers. There are song birds and there are morning glows. Feet that shuffle and feet that slap heavily against hot pavement. Lives to be lived, lives to mourn, lives to adorn, and lives to forget. Yet, here I sit. I haveContinue reading “Baby Plant”

Just You Wait.

So, I googled the word “patience” today. It is a word that I enjoy tucking under the covers of my bed before sweetly cooing it dead-asleep. It is a word that I kindly refuse to accept second helpings of when an employer squashes my demands for more. It is a word that I conveniently disposeContinue reading “Just You Wait.”

Re-routing to Re-loving

I am in the process of re-loving myself. Yea, I’m not sure if it sounds all that catchy but I imagine the act as something similar to falling in love with your partner all over again after experiencing a slump for 10 out of 20 years of marriage. In my case, I’ve witnessed 27 years with this body of mine and yet,  I still treat myself like some odd-ball foreign substance.

Who Knows Where This is Going?

Will you walk backwards down the sidewalk with me? I ruminated on this rumor, —We can never trust in the future but we can find peace within ourselves. Peace so blind that it sees freedom. So, together, Can we release forward strides and plans well-devised? Implementing laughter as our standard protocol for every trip andContinue reading “Who Knows Where This is Going?”

Smart World

You know, I receive a lot of questions and attention from friends, family members, and complete strangers regarding my decision to not own a smart phone. I might as well give the whole world an explanation after all of these years of using unrecognizable cellular ring tones. Let me start from the beginning. There wasContinue reading “Smart World”

The Body Knew

Lavender licks picks a good night to kiss. Lights a wick and she burns bright. She burns bright for him. Still, the votive wanes and drips wax upon the window panes when her mind pulls away- Too many egregious explanations to relay. The heart’s key is left without a holder in the middle of October.Continue reading “The Body Knew”