It’s the last full moon of this crazy year, ok and decade, month, week. I’ve also had crippling writer’s block when it comes to poems/ramblings. But something about tonight just made me tell my inner
In a writing rut? Just write. Even if it doesn’t make sense, I swear it’ll somehow end up making sense. Even if it doesn’t. If that makes sense. It doesn’t have to be perfectly profound.
I’ve been meaning to sit down and write a deep, heartfelt poem about these past few months…and this is all I’ve got. But, it made me chuckle (my husband too, which says a lot), want
I’m trying to figure out this weird season I’m in. Staying up late at night to write stuff like this helps. It truly does. La vie est belle. So are poems. Hopefully, someone out there
If I vanished for the past week, I promise there’s a good excuse. We are down in Costa Rica which meant unplugging, writing, reading, and just breathing. A lot. I was going to add more
Well, what was meant to be a quasi-rant about questioning if inspiration is being diluted…turned into a late night rambling instead. Fun times. Don’t get me wrong, a good quote you stumble on (I mean GOOD) can do
This one’s been stuck in my head for a few days now, however, it all came together in my head tonight when I went for a run. Yeah, I might’ve been choked up a bit
I really was hoping my brain would churn out something witty, sarcastic and funny, but yeah. Not happening. So here you go – a friendly l’il PSA reminder that there is beauty in every day. Making
Latest ramblings: Moral of the story – How boring and stagnant would we all be if we never fell, felt awkward, or got out of our comfort zones. So embrace it, baby. Embrace it. I
Had this jotted down on my notepad, and finally typed it out. I really don’t know if it makes sense, but it makes me smile. So, here you go. More poems aqui.
I love how there’s never any awkward hellos when I see the ocean. Yeah, it can be moody, but it always has good manners. There’s just a beautiful, soothing, and continual hello or goodbye wave…no
Here’s the latest late night rambling, that was actually a surprise gift for a rather rad gal. Moral of the story: Leaps of faith are good. Really, really good. More poems here
Here’s the latest late night rambling. Moral of the story: loving life is a beautiful thing to do. Also, I don’t know if it’s all the children’s books I’ve been reading, or some sort of
Last night’s late night rambling. I guess it’s basically a reminder to stop overthinking things. Hopefully it makes someone else smile, and be in the moment a bit more. Side note: I have no clue
I haven’t, for the life of me, been able to write for the past month or so. And I miss it. A ton. So, I just forced myself to sit down with my notebook and