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It’s funny to me how sometimes a blank page can cause my heart to race. How the absence of palpable words can feel like limbo — Dante’s laughter reverberating off the walls at how ridiculous it is to package my feelings and emotions up in a pretty package and display them. But as I mentioned in my last post, this journey isn’t about perfection. And the last few days have been anything but perfect. They’ve been real and bold and…

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A New Blog, A Move to WA, The Super Bloom + Why We’ll Never Stop Growing

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The day that I stop growing is the day that I die.  Quite literally, sure. But in so many ways beyond the physical form my body takes. Is it terrifying? Some days. Some days I can’t get the words out. They feel like slippery slugs as they slide past my lips. Other days, I find myself grooving with the words; a funky dance partner that never disappoints.  Lately, I’ve found myself in both places and so many others. I’m learning…

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The Super Bloom 2017 // Anza-Borrego Park

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I have this really old memory of spending time in a garden with very little adults around. I remember being asked to pick out a flower that I loved. I searched for quite a while, studying every petal and its soft details until I landed on a yellow poppy. I go back to this memory often. The joy I felt when I found the flower. The way the pastel felt in my hand as I drew it. The pride that…

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Gasping // #dearloverseries: letter 2

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Dear lover, Have you ever stopped to count your breath and realize that after only a few, you lose count? So many times I’ve found myself lying on my back, staring up into a vast marmalade sky or white stucco ceilings that look like pebbled beaches, losing count once again. I may not remember how many breaths I took in those moments or where they may have wandered to, but I will never forget the air you took when you…

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Bluebird // #dearloverseries: letter 1

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Dear lover, When I was a kid, a bluebird used to find it’s way to a branch outside our window almost every day in the spring. I marveled at its coloring and wondered how it was possible to see the color of the ocean in an animal. But now I’m left with an even bigger puzzle: how it’s possible to see that same hue in your eyes 20 years later. And how upon seeing them, taking flight seemed like the…

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