Magic Happens

the frequency where we shatter a low hum in our ears our subconscious mind ignoring it as it builds louder and louder. We tell ourselves that this frequency here this constant pattern of evenly pitched terror will evaporate if we continue to choose ignorance over bliss but then we shatter. the euphoric revelations begin as…

August 23rd, 2017 

It’s one of those days where I can see (faintly and smudgy against the horizon) where the idea that being a restaurant manager is glamorous comes from. My day starts languidly, rolling out of bed at 9:30am. I lounge in the sunshine on the back deck before jumping in the shower. Tossing around the desire…

she taught me to shift

in the early years of our love affair when I used to roll my eyes & sigh every time she changed that to this or moved there to here. I, stir crazy with desire for the way it was going to be to arrive already ran my eyes over the magic of transformation with disdain….

ripe

our feet root into the age old memory of harvest the earth pressing up into our soles as if to remind that we too hang heavy on our vines ready to be picked.

The secret to catching her

She was born to run. Her legs muscled and strong from the youngest of ages she has always moved quickly. From one thing to another she dashes. Her trajectory one long straight line of deliberate action she moves easily between places, spaces, people. Just try and catch her, she’s so far out ahead she sometimes…

on the drive home

the taste of salt still in my mouth memory of an oyster scooped unceremoniously standing on the steps between kitchen and chef’s office weight of the day dangling off my shoulders or is that just my purse the noise of service slipping into a haze as I slide out the back door into fresh air…

Musings on Personal Power & Popsicles

This space has been quiet for more than a year. There isn’t much to say, except that it felt tonight like there were words inside of me that wanted to come out. They filled my head as last summer’s tayberries transformed, as if by magic, into popsicles. Most of this past year has been spent…

Honey

at the bottom of the mug this small splash of sweetness a promise of more to come.

No one else I’d rather be.

Happiness returns as we slip into the comfort of our old self-sure self. It is as if rediscovering our most loved t-shirt our most faithful little black dress our most outrages-only-we-can-pull-it-off-outfit. This certainty comes from somewhere deep inside. There are no words for the feeling. It simply is. It simply is who we are. Without questioning…

what we find

In this crossroads of transition we arrive for two stolen days in this place of endless childhood, filled (for me) with forgotten habits of playfulness. We wander across low tide stretches of sand our plastic sacks filling with debris and garbage left here by the waves. Our inquisitive eyes finding baby mussels, barnacles, and a…

when she was small.

when she was small she spent her days dirty from tip to toe. She dug holes, made mud pies, splashed, sat, sank, in puddles already knee high. she threw herself relentlessly into the world of dance, adamant from age 3 that it was where her body belonged. her mind a beehive of fantasy; her nose…

Gratitude today

for opportunities that come unexpected. unasked for. unassuming.