Musings

I love her and I’m not ashamed

I spent a lot about a decade of my life resisting what was present in pop culture.  Isn’t that what our late teens and early 20s are for? I thought TV was invented to numb us, that mainstream art was for there to homogenize us, and that any music that wasn’t recorded by Alan Lomax was a[…]

I cried in the grocery store parking lot

and found my strength again… Yesterday, I sat in the grocery store parking lot and cried. I cried because of exhaustion, I cried because everything felt so heavy, I cried because I really didn’t know how to go forward. I felt conflict upon conflict internally, and it was weighing me down. I teach acceptance that[…]

When you want to shut it all down

This week, I’ve felt ready to move on… to split from my recent commitments to journal… to shut down my website and online shop… to delete all of my social media apps… the feeling has been real.  There has been an urge to simplify, to retreat, and to burn it all down and start from[…]

Your favorite colors have a meaning

The meaning of your favorite color Do you ever feel drawn to the same colors in your life and surroundings? I had this revelation that I surround myself with the colors indigo, purple, and magenta CONSISTENTLY.  For instance, on my walk today I was wearing purple shoes, a magenta hoodie kept me warm, and my[…]

What does it mean to be the change?

In today’s turbulent and often sad times as an American citizen, I want to see change. There’s an aching in my soul that goes far into the knowing that racism, prejudice, and bigotry is ruining us. The thing is, it’s always been there. Maybe we turned our eyes away from this racism, but it’s been[…]

Dare to love your body

Here’s a re-post for you today, a blog I wrote when I was first pregnant (and not telling the world yet). I was daring to love my body during the roller coaster of change.  I’m re-posting because life has been happening during nap time–which is my work time. Oddly enough, I planned to write about loving[…]

Practice being seen

A few days ago, I showed my son a drawing I was working on, and he smiled and giggled.  He then proceeded to do what he was doing, and me too. I am working on letting my son see my life. You know, the stuff that isn’t just me being his keeper and running around from[…]

What if I made the wrong choice?

Our lives are riddled with choice. Maybe I should say, our lives are littered with choice. This is a beautiful thing, to have choice, yet a really challenging thing at times. Too much choice can feel like internal chaos. As well, too much choice can feel like ultimate freedom. Here’s the scenario: you want to[…]

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