The Space Between

A familiar rumbling sound hums in the background as I fold out my tray table and relax into the dark blue embrace of my assigned window seat, reclining ever so slightly and settling in.  The dry air of the cabin blows on my face—I remember to take a drink from my mason jar full of water and rose petals...

The Heart Opener

Last summer, I decided that I wanted more yoga in my life. I don’t know exactly what sparked this idea, but it came nonetheless, and I just surrendered to the call and booked the first yoga teacher training program that came up on my screen. Something inside of me whispered that it was time...

Standing in the Dark Unknown

I stand under a blanket of stars, the waves lulling in the distance, and I observe the night. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. The stars reveal themselves to me, more little points of light scattered among the black. I feel the vastness and I wonder at this gift, the gift of the unknown....

Creating a Clearing

The leaves of the ancient oaks rustle with the wind as I sit on a folding chair in the middle of the woods. Among the palmettos and the magnolias, I plant myself in the sandy soil. It’s just cool enough to sit without a sweater and bask in the sunshine. The oak leaves filter the sun’s rays...

After the Battle is Over

Sometimes it takes all our strength to fight for something dear to our hearts, for something we know is right. We muster up our courage, step out in faith, take a stand, persevere. Despite our effort, we can’t always win these battles. Sometimes we find ourselves on the other side of victory....

Standing for Something

The windows are rolled all the way down, creating a heavenly draft of fresh Florida air as I drive down State Road 207, where dilapidated barns and rows of junk cars slowly transition to brightly lit gas station signs and shiny shopping complexes.  An old country song plays on the radio...

A Season of Possibility

The shadow is slowly creeping over my feet as I stand to drag the green Adirondack chair a few yards out into the sunlight again.  The floor of grass and orange leaves shine as I find another spot to warm myself as I write, blending into the backdrop of autumn....

A Summer Roadtrip

The soft light of dawn seeped in through the van’s back window.  I fluttered my eyes open and smiled a knowing smile as I stretched my arms and legs in opposing directions. My little dog poked her nose out of the white duvet as I slowly opened the sliding door on the passenger side...

Following Dreams

The last hour of daylight is upon me as I sit on the porch swing, listening to the sound of bamboo wind chimes clinking in the breeze. Various birds call back and forth with chirps, squawks, and whistles. It’s a nice soundtrack for a lazy afternoon out in the country....

Singing Harmony

It was still dark outside as we all piled into the back of the red Jeep Cherokee, early on a Saturday morning back in 1989.  My two brothers and I sat in the back seat, buckled in tight with our favorite stuffed animals in our laps (a purple haired hug-a-bunch doll, a stuffed clown, and blue bear)....

Gypsies don't own Clocks

I sat upright in the desk chair as I watched the little red hand click it’s way around the circle.  11:32.  Exactly 28 minutes until I could make my escape and leave the harshness of the fluorescent lights and the ever present eye of my boss, to spend a full one hours time outdoors...

An Unconventional Life

I dangled my legs off the edge of the bar stool, resting my elbows on the bar.  “Café?” the bartender asked.  “Café Viennois, s'il vous plaît,” I answered.  The espresso machine went to work to create my meal’s grand finale as I stared blankly at the row of liquor bottles reflecting light in golden colors....

The Aftermath

Today I woke up to the sound of the coffee grinder spinning in service to the sleepy minds in the house.  My body ached from working for many hours on end, emptying my brother’s home of all of it’s first floor contents, removing mud, salt water, and damaged belongings from the places where they drifted during the storm....

Divine Time

I walked down the long winding drive that leads to my parents house. What was once a dirt road was covered in green leaves and grey branches, out of place on top of the sand.  The little leaves weren’t meant to make their big break from their limbs until spring...

A Change in the Wind

There is something magical happening around here, something otherworldly.  The air rushes through the branches with a howl, and the ghosts are still there but they aren’t as scary as we thought they would be.  We are enjoying the stillness that comes from waiting on something to pass...