I was so eager that I sprained my toe stepping into this home. I pretended I didn't, however, because I didn’t want the realtor to think I was an idiot that couldn’t walk through a door, and then afterwards, I hobbled the few blocks back to work and told my beloved work pals, "I think I found her". I write this post to celebrate the first half year of many I will be here in my sweet home.

I doodled a smiley face on the breakfast tracker sheet half an hour before life gave me a reason to google the biological processes of death. I wanted to know how long he’d been there like that before I found him. I’m now in a vicious staring contest with grief; the pulsing risk of my vocation, more of a guarantee than a risk, really.

This might seem odd to you, but it makes sense to me.

All the right spices for a maddening depression. Restorative however, is my belief that God redeems; makes Holy what was Horrible.

an OCD confessional

Today's wildflower is reclamation; the sacred work of detaching from harmful energies through realignment with our soul & purpose.

the start of a new series, born from the rebirth of past poems.

my love letter to literature that kept July inspired

I worked too hard this week, am grieving my past relationship significantly right now, and am generally overwhelmed. God, help me. (He did).

a river valley, addiction, and divine love.

reflections from my trip to Banff, Alberta