March 6, 2017
As I was washing the dishes last night, rerunning all of my current stresses, to do lists and plain and simple things I want to get done, I realized that I could really easily collapse tomorrow and not wake up.
I know the likely hood of that happening is slim, and I know it’s not helpful to get myself worked up about the what if- could be -maybe of tomorrow but it did make me think. It made me think of the million things that are currently on my mind in this moment. And that instead of not really focusing on any of them, I could be focusing on what’s going on in my body in this moment. And where I am.
February 9, 2017
Reflecting on an intimate evening with new and comforting faces isn’t always easy. It’s a lot – to put your heart out there – to wear it whole heartedly on your sleeve. To make yourself vulnerable, sharing personal stories to help connect one person to another. But I’ve quickly realized that it is one of the main reasons why I started doing this. And if it wasn’t that, I’m pretty sure motherhood would have done a mighty fine job.
When I think back to my first dinner – 4 months postpartum, trying to cook and breastfeed, and be okay with leaving her for 5 hours. Pumping and having a glass of wine. It was a lot –
January 31, 2017
I have this folder on my desktop that’s called my Dream Board. Every time I come across a quote or an image that fits into how I see myself living, I add it. Every once in a while, when I’m feeling like I need a reminder of how I got here or where I’m going, I sift through the images. There are some from 10 years ago, 8 years ago, 2 years ago and just last week. It’s a compilation of all the varieties and simplicities I’ve craved. Spaces, food, people, thoughts, words, floors, trees, room to breathe, a place to create – the whole shebang.
Without saying anything about anything, or anything about something. I’ll just say this.
November 29, 2016
It’s interesting to think about the way things begin. Relationships. Physical Life. Projects. Jobs. Houses. Families. Where we came from and where we are now. Transition and progress are a genuine natural part of life. It takes us from point A to point B. Sometimes without us even realizing.
I’ve been struggling with writing and voicing how I’m feeling this past month – almost as if I was taking a thoughtful pause. Sometimes I’d feel the pressure to write or post a photograph, other times it would come naturally and I’d be able to sit down and write with ease. But what has been sitting my head for a while now is where things started. The desire to heal bodies.