The other day as I sat in a room full of people the muted roar of talking suddenly became the ocean to me, with its ebb and flow, power, and potential to open majestic worlds for us to explore.
It made me see conversation in a new way, kind of as a vast frontier to be explored, and has made me so happy to be alive with the power of being able to communicate. It’s incredible to be human.
Counting my blessings,
I’ve been learning a lot about how to let the loneliness serve me, how to let the spaces and lapses that life inevitably holds teach me about identity.
We all wonder who we really are, deep down inside.
At least I do,
Among the dazzle of the beach vacation lies a humbler option: camping. Having put it on my NC bucket list a few years ago it was a delight to accept the offer to go with friends.
It was hot, but wonderful. I’ll always have best memories of a July weekend spent in Carolina Beach, North Carolina.
Do you ever dream of finding a perfect item, 570% off at a thrift store?
I exaggerate, but finding a $200 coat for $0.50 was pretty close. Read on for the day a fairy-tail came true.
If you visit one spot in NC, I highly recommend Craggy Gardens. The views are magnificent and there are pockets of magic to be discovered.
This post is for you secret dreamers of the wild: colorful fashions, disco balls, and fans of Michael Jackson. Along the way you might find people you know, sarcasm, and your new 80s summer fashions.
They say you never know what is around the bend and it is true. I could never have guessed what would wait for me the day I brought home a pair of Birkenstocks…
Sometimes I play a little game abroad of finding the things I’d do if I lived in a place. Paris is filled with things to my taste: having so many gardens, pretty walks, and delectable food, as well as an exquisite taste in fashion.
This is my take on the Parisian lifestyle, and how to experience it, here and there.
One breezy warm day in late April a couple of Very Tired Girls landed in Central Paris. This is the tale of that day.
I wanted two things for most of my growing up: to go to summer camp and to have a treehouse. What could be more cool than to climb to a little house high up in the tree, that was just for kids?! When my nieces and nephews wanted to show me their tree house on their back 40, there was no way in a hot Oklahoman day that I was not going to go see that. Are you kidding?
Every time I head to a city I try to write down moments [as they happen] that make me feel: magic, beauty, emotion, laughter, and admiration. For your pleasure and perusal… and ultimately to try to convince you to visit Paris.
Anxiety is usually in capital letters in the heads of people who deal with it. It's blocky, bold, and baleful. In short, it's everything that will not be ignored or managed through common sense and reason. Common sense says, "you can trust your friends," reason points out that the reason you do is because they have proven trustworthy, and then anxiety comes along and sticks a sneaky knife in your back: "if they don't betray you outright, what if they forget about you? What if they drop the friendship because it is no longer convenient to them?"
Anxiety is unreasonable, and for those who have dealt with the chronic version of it, a formidable enemy. It's one of those intangible mental and emotional things that the rest of world labels as worry, which is somewhat correct, only it's much bigger than the occasional worry. Instead of being something you identify: "I'm worried my car is going to be an expensive repair," it becomes a general dread and unease about life.
"Something is wrong and I can't identify it."