Category Archive: heath

Le ciel, mon coeur

Bending. Flexible. Fluid. {dreams of yoga, from years past fill my mind and calm me} Breathe. {seriously. deep-breathe. inhale. decompress.} Cleanse. {sad sweet faces stare at me. repeatedly.} Cleanse deux. {oh Eleanor} Les… Continue reading

My grandmother’s silver is nothing like the sun

Out of the corner of my eye, silver flashes. Reflects. Silver. Moves. Blue. I planted a pinwheel in my living room. I hate saying twinkle. Or sparkle. Or shine. Ifeellikethesearewordshijackedbyvampires I glance over… Continue reading

Poached and wilted

I sat. As I sat, I lay back. Resting my head on the edge of the couch and closing my eyes. Darkness descended with the slow sweep of my lashes. I inhaled. So… Continue reading

Dear heart, love me

Oh hey there, Early week break from creative prose to reflect… The more I’ve been juicing, the more I feel it makes me focus not only on my physical heath, but my emotional… Continue reading

Animal sentinels

Prior to sleep this evening, I watched a movie about mines. And so I thought about canaries… While I watched people shot and killed. Canaries are victims too. Are they still? In mines.… Continue reading

Sanity: A Poem (sort of)

It’s a Friday night affair I sit in the dark, listening to the sounds of revelry coming from the second floor As my son joyfully reads with his father. And when I say… Continue reading

Tart and spicy. C’est moi. Oh, and that juice I just made

Alright, I had the best intentions this evening to blog about recent fun crafty things I’ve been doing…. But THEN. I was on Instagram and I found this wicked juice recipe. And frankly,… Continue reading

Sunday reflections

As I may have mentioned, I am a West Coast girl. Born and raised. But essentially I have been an expat for a decade now… Last week a newer co-worker asked “Oh so… Continue reading

Tiger, burning bright

I bought another Shirt with a tiger on it, It’s spring after all

Hydration party

Working through sickness is something that can be rather rough. (I know. “Hi!! It’s Captain Obvious!”) Having just made it through a rather awful bout, let me tell you, I hate Gatorade. And… Continue reading

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