new chapter? hell, a whole new book.

Before we Instagrammed, we texted a ton. Before that, we blogged. And before that, we wrote in our journals. My notebooks admittedly started as prayer—or "quiet time"—journals. It's so interesting to see what I prayed for. What I asked for. How I talked about God and myself. Then they quickly moved to wine-fueled scramblings about… Continue reading new chapter? hell, a whole new book.

lovely little things.

these days, I have to remind myself to stop and breathe in life. love the little lovely things. like the awesome card from your bff: or the valentine from your dear friends and their BABY… their beautiful, wonderful babe: or remembering to watch your all-time favorite movie near enough to valentine's: I swear I interpret… Continue reading lovely little things.

lethal poison for the system.

After running some errands today, I decided I wanted a Dairy Queen Blizzard. Okay, who am I kidding?  I had brought along coupons I've been saving for DQ. The whole point of this excursion was to get a Blizzard. Driving through town, towards DQ, I saw a hitchhiker.  And I thought to myself,  Self, you… Continue reading lethal poison for the system.

excuse me…

This blahg post is purely to remember/share the randomness/beauty of yesterday. -------------------- I've been riding my dad's old Schwinn Varsity around.  It's an emerald green ten-speed and I LOVE it.  My dad loves it too.  He talks about how dear it is to his heart and how if I don't lock it up and it… Continue reading excuse me…

smiles are pretty.

[everything is just so so exciting.] Yesterday I awoke early and started out on my bike.  The Tetons beamed in the morning light at me whilst I yawned into a smile.  I thought, I am so lucky. The loveliness of this now.  This day.  This love.  This joy.  I am lucky. I sang this song… Continue reading smiles are pretty.

i am done.

It was a hard year.  The hardest yet. Last fall.  Leaving Yosemite in a blur to try and soften the blows of a family emergency and my sister's divorce.  The darkness of that. Fresno.  The tears of family, the delicacy of a two year old in question in your arms.  Hard. The frustration of uncertainty.… Continue reading i am done.