Living and Writing…One Adventure at a Time
An extra space in your toothbrush holder. The cold sheets next to you no matter what time it is. Making coffee and driving to work without saying goodbye as you leave the house. The lack of that person. Those missing rituals and tics that came with a person now gone. Photo by Soroush Karimi on Unsplash
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I have become nomadic. I move with a plan, but not with the intention to set down roots. I used to plant myself. Now, I look forward to the change in scenery. The drier weather. I must say goodbye to the ocean. But I am nomadic. Perhaps I will return. I played with the […]
Read MoreThere is something calming and irritating about going on W-A-L-K’s with my shepherd. Big and fluffy, I love him so, but not every mailbox needs marking. Yes, every leaf needs chasing, and why you won’t go to the bathroom in your own backyard? I don’t love carrying your puppy gifts. P.S. I went with a […]
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There was still a hint of warmth in the air, but I know the air of the cave ahead will chill me to the bone. Curiosity blends with the taste of salt on my lips. I will take discovery over warmth. Warmth is safe, but I’m always drawn to darkness.
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Wind chimes are meant to be joyful. They always come in bright colors, mimic leaves or butterflies, and tinkle lightly in the breeze. I love them for another reason. When I hear them I imagine that I can already smell the gathering storm on the horizon. I look for it. Yearn for it. The chime […]
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