I have been working on my book like a fiend. Like some little witch nestled away, brewing her magic. Which doesn’t leave much time for very nearly anything at all. That being said, I was thinking about dogs the other day. About what they mean for adventure and for life. I was thinking about my …
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I intended to do far more writing while abroad. Until I got sick. Ibiza offers far too little sleep, and far too many other things. And after I got sick, I got sick with something else. Then sick with something else, and it seemed the illnesses came in waves. I’m a fragile little bird. However, pharmacies …
Continue reading With Candles Lit by Tears
Yeah. I know. I snaked the title from James Joyce. But Adam and I are on a little Eurotrip, so creativity is waning in favor of staying up a bit too late. Our first night in Dublin is anything but dull, not that dull has ever been a word used to describe Ireland. I’m not …
There is Sagebrush, growing on the lining of the trail. It is medicinal in all the ways it plants its healing essence in my mind. The scent of it, smokey and wild, like cedar, rich and smooth but thick with how it clings heavy in the air. When I pluck a branch, the syrup of …
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When I speak, the ghost of self leaks out my mouth. Like smoke, or vapor. My fingers curl out from my nostrils. I am watching the all of me cast out and drive away. It is too hot here. And the world is far too sad. There is too much anger for the sadness, as if we …
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Hi friends. Oi—it’s been a while. My bad. I finished Grad School and my over-fried brain just couldn’t cope with the idea of deadlines, writing, or anything that closely resembled either of the two. I’ve missed you—your writings, your words, your images. I’m excited to dive back into this loving little bloggersphere. This past week …
Continue reading Did you know that Quiet makes a Sound?
Adam’s been losing his mind over tax season and I’ve been losing my mind over writing this damn memoir so together we decided, as is our annual tradition, to find the minds we’ve lost somewhere together. This year it’s Twin Peaks, partially because I fell in love with that bizarre Netflix show, and mostly because …
Forgive me, friends. I have been away, occupied with turning my house into a jungle. So far, all is going well and up to speed. When I was in India, the people had such connection with the wildlife growing all around them. It re-inspired me. Recreated me. Reincarnated me into a living, breathing being. I …
The Wild Heart of Life 