This. Through all the heartache. The numbness that’s plagued me for the past five years. This is why I don’t regret loving who I’ve loved. Because it’s all part of me. And knowing I’m capable of so much passion and love is a wonderful thing. My muse needs to be myself, and it always was,Continue reading “From Every Beautiful Mile by Ashley Manley”
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When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…
Well. About 15 years ago my ever adventurous dad parked his 30 foot sailboat in their backyard down by the creek lining the bottom of the property. It sat there for a while, under the towering pecans, until a storm made the creek flood and picked the boat clean off the trailer, spun it, andContinue reading “When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…”
Mourn
I walk to the trees, for they cannot walk to me. But in dreams they do. They come to me calling, whispering my name in the sighs of their branches, laughing trickling down to me through their leaves, for they are as happy to be known as I am. No one knows me as aContinue reading “Mourn”
Time Flies
Or so they say…when you’re having fun… Or working your ass off. I’ve been neglecting my blog quite a bit lately. Since getting started working in the woodshop and working 50 hours at my 9-5 I’ve had so much less time to do what I love. Even when I’m doing what I love. Honestly, IContinue reading “Time Flies”
Drawing a circle
It’s so odd looking back now. Every relationship I’ve been in, how I thought I was a whole, interesting, solid person. Then years past I look back and see nothing but the scared girl I was. I grew up thinking I’d had an idyllic childhood. Who else’s parents bring her up on her grandparent’s airport?Continue reading “Drawing a circle”
Absence of silence
“Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.” – Henry David Thoreau “The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order that I mayContinue reading “Absence of silence”
A Burd in Flight 