Category: Musings
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10 Things You Might Not Know About Me
Bees are my worst fear. Spiders, I’m okay with. No, really. They look scary but they can’t fly in zig-zags around you while buzzing in your ear and threatening to prick you with their butts. Anyone watch American Horror Story Cult, haha? I’m trying to become a minimalist. I already have a fairly basic cleansing/skincare/beauty […]
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Gliding Just Above The California Coast
Gliding just above the California coast, I peer beyond the infinitesimal waves, divots, grains, and spirals as words escape me once again. As a writer, it is my duty to hold onto fleeting moments for just a breath longer: enough to encapsulate the undulations of the tides mirrored by the stillness of the cloud cover. […]
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Eternity
We are so in love. There are times when all I can hear is my words echoing from years gone by and finally making their way to today. To no periods and more run on sentences with “I love you” and “You mean the world” and “This is meant to be” scattered between every other […]
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Water Energy
Sunday consisted of balmy breezes and scattered clouds hoisted above the hot earth. The day was spent journaling, meditating, writing, and peering into the intricacies of spirituality through the spoken stories of my fellow earthlings. A weekend spent mostly in solitude warranted a long run along the bluffs with dark shadows trailing far behind. The […]
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i’m happiest when I’m pantsless, barefooted
i’m happiest when I’m pantsless, barefooted in the sand, munching away on vegetables, and thinking about how much I have. living in pure abundance. harvesting that energy. sharing my love and light with others and basking in that interchange. looking someone in the eyes and saying “i love you” and “i see you”. and no amount […]
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You Are Divine
Hold on tighter to what you remember yourself to be. Hair darker than ebony, adorned in drops of gold, and eternal scars broadcasted to those who dare venture close. Close your eyes with me. We’re standing at the edge of the cliff overlooking endless water. Our hands are outstretched as air as fire as sand […]
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Mangled Roots, Fragrant Flowers
She turns her leaves to face the sun while squinting her eyes toward glory, Her skin so thick and burnished at the edges: a reminder of the season of storms. Though wind will blow and branches may crack, her sway hums to her story, And seeds that drop from weathered hands can craft a life […]
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I Waited All Day
I wake up to the usual procession of two immaculately timed alarms. Blinking hard, I rotate the knob on my pink Himalayan sea salt lamp to counteract the already-dawning dose of S.A.D. or seasonal affective disorder (self-diagnosed, of course). The curtains open at my command and bring streams of light tumbling into the otherwise shaded […]