Category: rambling
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Merry Not Christmas
This is not Christmas. Christmas is tradition and food and driving and family. Hugs. Laughs. Hugs. Hugs. Hugs. What this is is pure unadulterated bullshit I’m ready to pack up the lights and the tree and put 2020 in the rear view freaking mirror.
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Solitude
I’m a few hours away from a 6 week sabbatical. I know it will fly by impossibly fast but at this moment it is stretched out before me, bursting with possibility. I have just one goal: to be present. Notice the tiny details. Stop. Look around. Breathe. Connect. Feel. Do a few things that will…
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The One Cabinet That Is Always Too Full
I’ve spent the last few years shamelessly tossing unnecessary, unused, unloved (and sometimes well-loved) items from my home and life – clothing that still had tags, pants that only fit when I’m sticking to an impossibly rigid running schedule. Yet the kitchen cabinet that holds decades of ceramic mugs remains hopelessly overflowing. “I have a…
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January
Do I need a full month to work out my shit? Do I want to spend all of January on my shit? I want space. I want clarity. I want to settle on a goal that lights me up so fucking much that I don’t have to dig through piles of shit to decide if…
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Yes I Can
I am so looking forward to my sabbatical. Big plans? Nope. Small ones. a cabin for a week a juice cleanse lots of hiking in the cold lots of reading under Pendleton blankets lots of writing I’m having a quiet morning. Not much running through my head right now. I’m not complaining. But I’m also…
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Reflections of Glitter
I love glitter and sparkle and color. And isn’t that a perfect description of December? I’m sitting here under the twinkling lights of my tree, pondering what could be in those packages she is so lovingly guarding when something catches my eye. A small flicker. A tiny flash of movement. I glance over but it’s…
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The Amazing Power of Scent
“The smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us…” — Marcel Proust This statement is probably the most quoted when it comes to the power of scent. In Remembrance of Things Past, Proust describes how smell is connected to our early life experiences and how memories – even ones…
Whiskey and Moss 