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)”
Pouring cappuccinos, investing in fitness routines, quiet moments observing the ocean from my apartment windows, flowers. The fragile moments of security ballooning around the free flowing movements of uncertainty. The latex knot is tied but the pressure is almost unbearable to contain. I am in the market for faith. I searched for her at farmers’Continue reading “At the Edge of the World”
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”
Young girl in pink- Come straight to shore. The current ripped,beat, sweltered, and tore us apart. A life long will of Itch, ache, reaction, and contraction before retreating back into my shell. I am not so hollow anymore. The entire earth is my word. Hold me firm,break my crust but please, spare my trust. TheContinue reading “Petals of a Flower”
The Risk / Throughout life, your path will lead you down roads peppered with hidden risks and rewards. And although you may choose the direction in which your road winds, are you truly ever capable of plotting out your best days ever? Sometimes, our happiest moments arise when we have surrendered complete control of plansContinue reading “Blue for Katoomba (Pt. III)”
Fired (Up) I absolutely resonate with the phrase “fly by the seat of your pants.” Not necessarily because I have ever piloted a plane in which I had to literally feel the g-forces of the aircraft resonating through my butt cheeks in order to steer us to safety, but because most of my new beginningsContinue reading “New Orleans / Australia (Pt. II)”
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