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we must return to where it was lost / if we want to find it again

Tag: writing

  • transformation

    transformation

    I originally began this site to encourage myself to sit and write. Over time I’ve realized that while I love formal writing, sometimes it hampers my ability to simply get words out.

    Our current reality has sent me into complete overwhelm. Anger and sadness greets me every morning and I have spent the past few days knitting together feelings and preparing for productive action, or as much as one can do as an empathetic, compassionate person who believes human rights and social justice living in a state in North America.

    Polished thoughts, yes. But shorter. Sometimes just images. A replacement for social media but still some form of connection. We’ll see what unfurls.

  • i never promised you a rose garden, but here are some baby bunnies

    Hi there. I write a lot about life and feelings; right now, life and feelings are consistently rocky. There is always a point/counterpoint, though, and if I have learned anything over the past year of therapy and existence, I’m a pretty alive person, even at my darkest points.

    Things that bring me undeniable delight:

    • Working with children
    • Listening to children
    • Feeling kids’ joy when they realize that I see and understand them
    • Writing
    • Dawn
    • The lift and weightlessness of running
    • The lift and elation of music with beautiful beats
    • The sound of my children’s hearts beating as I tuck them in at night
    • The curl of my husband’s fingers around mine
    • My dog
    • Cats
    • BABY BUNNIES

    The last bullet was a surprise, as I’ve never considered myself a rabbit person, but my school recently fostered a mama and two kits, and the kits are so unbelievably calming and beautiful and adorable. This morning I arrived at work at 7:30 am and held one in my hands. Its tiny body settled into the cup of my fingers. Its eyes closed. I raised its tiny body to my cheek and breathed in it’s baby bunny fur. And then I sat there, Lint Ball’s little body against my face. I closed my eyes and felt every muscle in my body relax. And then I declared these kits Therapy Bunnies. Everyone should have a therapy bunny, but if you don’t have one, feel free to look me up.

    Lint Ball the baby bunny

    You’re welcome.

    lintballdustbunny