“Did you hear about a rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?….Funny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.”–Tupac I have about four or five container gardens/plants. My favorite sits in the front yard. I move it from the porch to the yard depending on the temperature… Continue reading New Roots
In the world of childbirth it’s known and taught that the last three centimeters are the hardest. A tell tale emotional sign to look for is self doubt. Many women who opt for alternatives to medication commonly experience a great nearly overwhelming level of exhaustion that is often expressed in statements such as, “I can’t,”… Continue reading Transition
A few days ago a friend asked me if I knew the meaning of my name. She was talking me off my ledge of self loathing and I responded that I did. At various times I have loved and loathed the meaning. Victory for the people, kind of inspiring to think that. Yet my story… Continue reading Childish Sailor
I write because it’s cheap therapy. And because it’s one way for me to express eternal gratitude for these present moments. Whether they are bitter or sweet, wrapped in words these moments become lasting. Also while I still have the good sense and brains about me I want to jot down these thoughts to pass… Continue reading Links in a chain
Today was scary. And my immediate response was to default to my lizard brain, as opposed to what I’m working hard to practice–which is boss brain logic. I’m not a doctor, but I know pain is a symptom because I’ve fought hard to not be consumed by it and I have a really good doctor… Continue reading Honest.Pain.
A kindhearted woman gains honor–Proverbs 11:16 Savor by Shauna Niquest is by far my favorite devotional and today the focus was on the “Sacred Work of Mothering…” I love this devotional because it’s practical and not super duper religious. So mom (and also my tribe mommas) this one is for you… My mom is the… Continue reading Mothering
About two years ago I stumbled onto a blog and book by a woman named Elizabeth Esther. I randomly googled something along the lines of surviving spiritual abuse, or surviving a Christian cult and low and behold she popped up. It was around the same time her new book was coming out, Girl at the… Continue reading Truth and Fringes