Simplicity
The idea of simplicity haunts me. It takes over. A slow life. A calm morning. No rushing. No fighting. The fight to be more, do more. Prove yourself – they shout at you. But I step back. I watch the wind blow through the leaves. I listen to what is being said: be slow, be…
Twenty-Seven
I died at 27. Not in the physical way but the metaphorical – rip your spirit out of your body and flip your mind around way. Like all greats, just like I dreamed as a little girl. At 27, I gave up apart of myself that was my reason for being. A drink a day…
My Grandmother’s 3/4 Bed
Pre bedtime rituals consisted of learning Ojibwe words and songs, many laughs and too many stories I can’t remember. She healed my bad dreams by telling me to only think good thoughts before falling asleep. I used to climb up on to the railing and jump onto the bed – it felt like skydiving. I…
The art of being present.
As we discover the art of noticing (a tiktok trend and or book however you find yourself there). I find myself in this recognition of presence. Be where your feet are, I say to myself, as my head spins and spins. A daily reminder, affirmation, knowing – that there is only this sparkle of presence…
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The beautiful feeling of – right place, right time. I have come to realize the right place, right time moments in my life. It didn’t feel like it at the time, in the chaos of a seemingly poorly orchestrated moment; like the universe is against you in every way. That moment was so perfectly right…
This moment.
I love myself by choosing not to know. I live in this moment and in this moment alone. Not knowing what may happen next. I make a big act of love by not trying figure it all out or finding the answers. I choose to be present in the moment with the action that I…
Am I an Adult?
One of the hardest parts of adult life is realizing you are the adult. You are the adult with choices and emotions. You can choose to be the adult that you want to be. You don’t have to be like the adults you saw growing up. The ones with big, unsafe emotions. You can cry,…
Grief.
I write this post from the other side of grief. I have grieved many times throughout my life from experiencing the death of loved ones to phases of myself. The grief of places lived, moments loved, relationships that have come and gone. This grief at times can be crippling but grief is apart of life…
A love that feels like home.
We drive to my place after a dinner filled with booze and silence I share my pain, you share yours You run away in anger, I sit in tears and silence. Was it my fault? Did I say something wrong? My tears stream down my face and create a pool in my chest. This sadness…
Tomorrow.
I know today is a bad day. I’m nervous and anxious. Doubtful and fearful. Questioning everything including myself. But I search for a moment of gratitude. It shows itself as a new day, with change and acceptance. I’m grateful that life won’t always be this way. I’m aware that a better tomorrow is coming even…
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