Sometimes our hearts make impulse decisions for us because they just know it’s what we need. For me that usually happens with travel. Certain trips or opportunities are no-brainers, all heart. And my heart was
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Thoughts From The Travel Journal
I couldn’t find my bigger handmade travel journal where I usually jot down some poems, thoughts, and sketches, so my old super mini travel journal had to do for this one. It was kind of
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That Woman
Do you ever see someone and just think they’re strikingly beautiful, but not in a something-you-can-buy sort of way? They just have an allover air about them that’s so jaw-dropping, you remember your first impression
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written out
Here are a few scribbled-out thoughts – Haven’t felt inspired to write much of anything, so consider these a small miracle. Or at least some practice in just sitting down and writing no matter how
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Lovely Reminder
Honest truth. There’ve been numerous times in the past six months when I’ve thought, why am I even doing this anymore? A massive plunge in site visits, the general belief that blogging is dead, failure
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Say hi to my book – Sunny Thoughts For Salty Souls
So, I published a book. Self-published to be exact. It was a big goal of mine last year to finally take all of my favorite poems from the blog that I’ve written over the past
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Little scribbled thoughts
Here’s the latest batch of poems/thoughts/word nuggets. I didn’t feel like typing them out, so I hope you can read my messy penmanship. I dunno, it gives it a bit of a personal feel to
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Sunny Scribbled Thoughts
There’s just something about taking a few minutes to scribble something down in a journal. I admire people who have the time and discipline to do that sort of thing daily. However, these thoughts were
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Little nuggets
Here’s the latest batch of l’il poems. Or words nuggets. Love that they just suddenly come to mind (usually at night or while on a run) and then all make sense. Sort of. Also, love
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Embracing the messy penmenship
It’s taken a few decades but I’ve finally embraced my messy handwriting. I used to think it was a curse and sign of my always whirring and unorganized mind, but I dunno, there’s something artistic
