I’m in India. I guess I could just start there. Sitting on the balcony patio of my boyfriend’s uncle’s porch, surrounded by lush palms, tropical flowers, and Queen of the Night blossoms, who’s nightly scent still lingers sweetly in the morning air. Mooti has brought me coffee (getting used to servants is quite an unusual …
Continue reading Namaskaram (India, Day 2)
Well you already know I’m the biggest procrastinator who forgets I even have a blog 98% of the time. Anyway, I’m here to make the post I promised I would make three weeks ago. Moving on from my declaration of lameness… There's this statue. Of a bull. On Wall Street. Everybody knows it. But, this …
Continue reading Defiant Little Girls
The only thing I couldn’t leave New York without seeing was the World Trade Center Memorial. It’s worth the trip, for that alone. Never have I felt such heartache as I did in that moment. The grief living in those gaping holes is profound. It’s staggering. It will bring you to your knees. It did …
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I have cried every day this week. I'm wondering when tears will stop. A few months ago, when I was feeling this way, I just became disconnected. People noticed. Asked me why I wasn't posting on the blog. Why I wasn't writing. Why I wasn't answering texts or calls. Today, I've decided that …
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I’m about to annoy the hell out of most of you. Personally, I don’t really care. Three hurricanes and an (at least) 8.0 Earthquake off the coast of Mexico. An entire Caribbean island has been wiped off the map. Thousands of homes are under water, or clogged by sands. This isn't the world I grew …
Continue reading 10 Things I hate about…how we treat our world
So I just finished watching a movie instead of studying for my state EMT exam, because of course I did. Anyway, the closing line was, "We don't need you to make us feel safe, because you made us feel brave." And I was talking to my boyfriend, and he said that we don't have a …
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So there’s this bridge, yeah? The Swinging Bridge [of death] strung like a tightrope over some pretty chill looking rapids and by chill I mean frigid not cool. My boyfriend’s running back and forth across it like a Circus Act and I’m just kind of lingering at one end, swiping the toe of my boot …
Continue reading A Laugh like Butterflies
I’m sitting at a picnic bench, boiling quinoa, because that’s the hipster thing to do. Also, I’m a millennial, so I might as well act the part. A patch nosed snake slithers by and, despite the lack of venom, I get a funny feeling running up the back of my spine. It doesn’t help that …
Continue reading The things we seek…
The Wild Heart of Life 