I've arrived into my body 

loudly

The excitement for being a

woman 

unleashes laughter, dancing 

Emotions galore, rooms full of

me

A body that births, a mind that 

creates

Can't put a finger on that personality

for it's everywhere

In love, in love, in love

I am

with me

No days are enough

no nights to show you 

the depth that women scoop up

nonstop from places no other can go to

The kids and I did party and go to bed late all 3 days of the weekend, yet I refuse to believe that's the source of my slow grey moving about life today. It's the responsibility dragging me down. How do I make that exciting? I'm the one whispering to everyone that responsibility is freedom, so what's my beef? Maybe I can be motivated by money and food. Yet it feels like the real drive is "nothing". 

Such a Buddhist morning.

I create a bowl of matcha with an intention of sitting down and enjoying slowly, peacefully, dreamingly. And then I remember how much I loathe sitting. Sitting sittING SITTING!


You are your worst enemy, who else?

"Mom!" jolts me out of sleep
with a dozen reasons to fight against
all in my head
I heard my self-soothe:
Relax, let go, guard down
He just wanted to know I'm close


Live crossed wires sparkling at us

I came to Crestone with my heart wide open. After all, this place was a love at first sight! But slowly, over the years, I closed down to an almost unrecognisable me. A few years ago I re-evaluated this process and decided I can't live as a betrayal to myself. Small-town living always adds its own story to one's life, yet, with a bit of discernment, wisdom and new skills I can love all I want.

Open your heart here