Tag: love my sister

It’s All In The Cards.

I have been reading tarot cards since I was small.  It was just one of the many skills my mom taught both her daughters at an early age.  Though it is not something that any of us often openly talk about.  I have no doubt… Continue Reading “It’s All In The Cards.”

Death and snowflakes

The snow falling lightly on my window reveled itself to me one day. All the little flakes waited patiently to melt. Momentarily displaying their breathtaking detail, individual beauty and uniqueness. I was there to see it. But had there been no audience-the show would… Continue Reading “Death and snowflakes”

Standing isn’t as simple as you might think

I mentioned in my OCD post that I have been in the martial arts community my whole life.  Due to my mother’s practice of Tai Chi I have spent many hours moving S L O W L Y or watching others move at a… Continue Reading “Standing isn’t as simple as you might think”

Eastward Ho! Part I

Almost four years ago now, my partner (now husband) and I found ourselves in the unenviable position of moving to the East Coast.   For us, the timing of the move was not something we had expected.  In fact it was years sooner than… Continue Reading “Eastward Ho! Part I”

Ode to my sister or an elaborate excuse to tell a funny puke story. You decide.

The Little One One of my earliest memory from childhood is of playing on the floor by an old wooden lamp stand we had in the living room.  My parents came into the room and towered over me, backlit by the bank of windows… Continue Reading “Ode to my sister or an elaborate excuse to tell a funny puke story. You decide.”

The swell (how life works from the perspective of a surfer’s daughter)

The Swell Again and again I tread the same water passing it over my body and going nowhere, suspended between what is and what is to be. Then change comes as a wave out of the abyss consuming everything. Shifting your entire bodily universe… Continue Reading “The swell (how life works from the perspective of a surfer’s daughter)”

How can I tell?

Am I beautiful? How can I tell? I could look for the answer in the mirror to see what I need to cover up. I could give myself a number either off a scale or tag. I could look at the the beautiful people… Continue Reading “How can I tell?”

Life at the top of the mountain

Life is wonderful. Whether you take the time to realize it or not. To truly look around and see creation, life, living as it is, is a symphony to behold. The harmony of sky and sea, mountain and sun can not be accurately inscribed… Continue Reading “Life at the top of the mountain”

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