of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
It’s mid-afternoon on another day in which the Texas weather can’t make up its mind about what to do. This morning, the air was thick and hung heavy over the ground, flies and grasshoppers rattling in the fallen leaves. The sun peeked through a web of thick clouds and it was bath-water warm. But now,... Continue Reading →
A little over a year ago, I posted this story: Pail by Pail. I thought about it this morning after stream-of-conscious journaling---a practice I wish I could admit I stick to regularly. I'd not written in my journal since mid-October and mentally beat myself up for it. I even started today's journal entry with something... Continue Reading →
“Enough pails of water—a river.”-Ancient Proverb Because it’s been ages, I ventured beyond the borders of my own few-mile space in an effort to reconnect with something resembling a world bigger than my own. I stayed outside 1) because COVID cases are surging and 2) because we have a rare blip of goldilocks perfection on... Continue Reading →
It’s pouring, I tell y’all. Pouring! A tempest. A typhoon. A piney-woods tidal wave with impressive lightning bolts and thunder which both crashes and growls. Something’s angered the gods and boy howdy they’re letting us know. The ducks are loving it but the donkeys, not so much. I’ve microwaved a cup of coffee from yesterday’s... Continue Reading →
Hey there y'all -- during this time of uncertainty, I want to urge y'all to take time to connect with yourselves. It's incredibly easy to get sucked into the news cycles, (not that you should be uninformed...but it's also a risk of becoming addicted to and overwhelmed by it, so take breaks) and if you're... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 