Real Hugs & Big Love
In the weeks leading up to my big India move, I learned the value and power of a hug.
a good and sunny day
Sometimes I sit down at my keyboard and stories full of feelings come pouring from my fingertips and other times I have to labor for every sentence.
To the listeners,
In a world of speakers and listeners, I have always been a listener.
In grade school when faced with the option of becoming louder or quiet, I became quiet.
I miss pomegranates.
Some days I miss pomegranates. I miss walking down busy Indian streets to the fruit stand I visited nearly every day.
Open Window, Muddy Horse
I opened my window this morning and invited in the warm air from outside.
“But Miss, you are the most beautiful”
“But Miss, you are the most beautiful”
That statement moves me back in time. I am standing in the doorway of a mold-stained room listening to the words of one of my students before she heads home for the day.
Hello, Slump
Here I am in the throes of a slump with an intense desire to do the work.
This is the same place I keep finding myself time and time again but this time I beg it to be different. I beg it to break me down into pieces and place me back together in a new imperfectly unique form.
This time in 2019, I brought in the first months of the New Year in a BIG way.
This time in 2019, I brought in the first months of the New Year in a BIG way.
A way so BIG that I have trouble matching its intensity and satisfaction. While my friends were drunkenly celebrating the ball drop that signifies another rotation around the sun I was emerged in solo travel. In the months previous I had made my much-anticipated move to Rishikesh, India.