Dear Cassie letter

I’m sorry that this elections turned out the way it did, for you, for me, for our friends and family, for our country. I’m sorry we have to watch our nephews grow up with a president that stands for so much of what we stand against. I’m sorry you feel scared and angry and so [&hellip

I Love You... Love-Fire

Cassie and I met as casual friends, and by casual friends I mean we met specifically to sleep together casually, without attachments.  Because that’s how I do (that’s not really how I do.  I know that now). Everyone who I mentioned this meeting to said the same things – Oh.  That’s going to end horribly. [&hellip

uncouth heathen’s Holiday... junk

Happy Holidays, team!  Christmas and its compatriots are on their way, so I’m here to provide you with the annual (sometimes) uncouth heathen gift guide.  If you’re looking for something unique for your office party, drunk uncle or cray-cray roommate, but you just haven’t stumbled upon the right thing, have a look below.  I guarantee [&hellip

Break Time smashedcomputer

I decided to take a break from social media for the rest of the month.  It’s always been so easy to avoid what I really wanted to be doing because Facebook was such a beautiful distraction. I wanted November to be about getting back into writing and falling back in love with a part of [&hellip

Rambling Feelings

I grew up in a family that wasn’t particularly expressive.  There weren’t that many hugs or deep discussions about our feelings, nor were there moments where we sat and talked about our dreams for the future.  It wasn’t a space where we were encouraged to be creative or whimsical.  My memories of growing up are [&hellip

Process puzzle

I’ve developed a process for myself when I’m feeling like life and my mind have lost control.  Where I start is focusing inward – what am I missing or what do I need?  What I do then, is research.  I read books on science and spirituality, philosophy and memoirs.  I write quotes in notebooks and [&hellip

Restart journey

It’s day one of National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) and I’m trying to use it as a tool to dedicate myself to writing again.  Writing has always been how I express myself, work out the toughness inside of me, settle some confusion and look deeper inside to pull out answers I’m seeking.  I’ve made so [&hellip

Gasping for Air Forest_fire_incinerated_ridge_Colorado_DP512

I woke up this morning disappointed. Disappointed to be present, conscious and aware. I’m aware of everything I’ve ever lost. I’m conscious of every bit of hurt I’ve ever experienced, as it culminates into one moment – one giant swirling hurricane of pain, hopelessness and despair. I’m present, to watch my life disappear before my [&hellip

You and I Love-Fire

I thought of you tonight for the first time in years, wondering if you’d really been here all along, hidden away until it was safe for you to re-emerge, safe from the doubts of your existence; that the feelings inside of me are a mirage and in a moment you will turn to dust and [&hellip

Purpose road trip

I’ve often felt like I’m not living up to my potential.  I think I’m supposed to die knowing that the world was given so much of my heart that there is nothing left – the sides scraped clean.  I think my existence in this world, my purpose, is to find the cracks all around and fill them [&hellip