Can You Feel with Your Elbow?
I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine
Rise up to Your Dreams
I never really considered myself to have a green thumb. As a child if I ever got dirty I would run to my mother and exclaim, "Nassy, nassy!" and beg my mother to wash my hands. Yet, my mother's love for gardening definitely rubbed off on me and I constantly love to dig in the dirt, welcome the earthworms and whisper to the ladybugs. Over the last week I
My battle.
I had been in battle for months. I had fought and fallen. Risen and took on another. I had walked into the arena with heavy armor. It was all so heavy. My shield and my sword. I never realized how heavy it was before, but now, it seemed to keep me from being quick and maneuver the way I intended. I should drop it. Let it go. I
I do it with my eyes closed.
I haven't been particularly awesome at feeling. Feeling emotions, feeling love for myself, my body, my being. I was reading a few weeks ago, and in this moment of mid-paragraph, these thoughts started to flood my mind, so I picked up my journal and scribbled it all down:: "We continue to seek connection with that we assume is outside of ourselves-Source, Spirit, God, The Universe. We search outside