Sunday at hOMe

Sunday at hOMe

I don’t take enough pictures. I record life in words, mostly posts about my inner life on soul fabric, Medium and in my journal. I need to; it’s therapy. But I love photography and often forget that pictures tell stories too. Sometimes they tell better stories than words. I was looking through a book I bought M for photo ideas. Starting today my goal is take at least one picture every single day (and hopefully post it here!) This was my day today. Quiet, mundane, cozy,...
Embodied Writing

Embodied Writing

Thursday * EIGHT This. “Forward. Through the lens of HER life, not backward through the lens of mine.” Healing words. Some read to escape reality. I read to learn, to become more fully alive and to integrate the lessons into my being. Procrastination, and always with things I want to do, things that are important to me personally. There’s a story here. The air is thick and damp today. Still, I’m sitting in the garage with the dogs. Frizzy hair. My face hurts but I think it was worth it yesterday. A cream sweater, my mom’s. It’s August. Another call on her way home. My heart. Finishing before starting something new. He acts like we don’t feed him. 4:44p.┬áThree cardinals today. A baby bird, from the nest under the...