But what if I don’t fit?

Our kitchen cupboards are filled with airtight containers and every one has a label. There isn’t any confusion about where rice, flour, or the granola bars go. That’s helpful for the kitchen right? If I’m making a valiant attempt at making dinner I don’t have to guess between the pastry, white, or brown flour —…

teach me all the lessons. now!

This is a post filled with questions and no answers. And that’s okay. Sometimes I put too much pressure on the universe. It’s not fair. This path that I’ve chosen to walk has taught me a lot about being present and open to everything the universe has to offer. I have loved every minute of…

enough.

Let me set some context for this post. This is written from a place of longing to belong, a place of wanting to fit in, a place of searching for being ‘enough,’ and a journey to community. This is personal. This is emotional. I haven’t gone here before.

the space between…

I debated starting this post with a quote from that Dave Matthews Band song but it would be irrelevant. This post has nothing to do with that. There is this moment, this occurrence that I’m sure has a name but I’m not smart enough yet to know what it’s called. You know that moment, it’s…

Sand into Diamonds

Once upon a time, there lived a brave, young pilot. This pilot flew all over the world to  interesting lands, meeting interesting people. One night, as the pilot was flying high above the Sahara Desert, the engine of her plane suddenly stalled. Amazingly, she was able to eject from the plane and  parachute to the…

Don’t fear yourself

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of…

Surrender

Whenever I think about the word ‘surrender’ it’s always in the context of war or some sort of conflict. I’m not entirely sure what helped shape this word for me but recently I’ve been grappling with the idea of surrendering to the things that make and sustain my beautiful existence. The grammar dork inside me,…

Hands Held High…

81 days. That’s all I have left. “With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you.”