Monthly Archives: February 2014

ready for more

playing my favorite song this season on repeat (“maybelline grease” by ramsay midwood), playing with all the possibilities of what this day can hold, already late and then deciding to skip the noon yoga class, drinking diet hansen’s ginger ale, … Continue reading

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a postcard, a birthday, a death

i received a postcard from my pixie sister last week. i read it quickly before i left town. i took in the image. i read the words. i set the postcard on the stack of mail to deal with when … Continue reading

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bluebonnets, tutus, and a pet peeve

confession: as i hike each day, i’ve been keeping an eye on big wide open fields where bluebonnets will bloom, waiting for the first flowers to appear. this morning i woke up early and went running through the fields, knowing … Continue reading

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confessions of a rubber chicken

confession: i’m a flirt. (duh.) one measure of my heart’s expansion or contraction is revealed in my flirtation. if i don’t flirt with you, my heart is (at least somewhat) closed to you. if my heart is open to you, … Continue reading

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patience

hi.i haven’t seen you around much. how have you been treating yourself? how is your heart? yes, your heart, dear one. go ahead and pause. i can see on your face that you haven’t considered your heart in a while. sigh. … Continue reading

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breaking down the insanity

i did it again:  a pattern that i repeat, expecting a different result, defining insanity. i omnisciently witness the procession from habitual thoughts on a loop, the irrepressible craving for the object of my compulsion, and acting-out behaviors attempting to … Continue reading

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i dare you

dare to take half an hour to eat an apple because you spend a full minute chewing every bite. don’t be surprised when each bite begins to taste like your great-grandma’s homemade applesauce from the apples that dropped from the … Continue reading

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