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December 2nd, 2021
I sit in darkness, but I light a candle. To remind myself that there’s hope.
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New Year
A new year – 2026. I stare at this blank, white screen and don’t know where to begin, or where to pick up from where I left off. 10 writing drafts serves as a reminder of the times I’ve tried to return to this writing, only to X out when other more important tasks beckon for my attention. Namely a little voice from a small human that calls me Mama. So much has changed. Yet many things remain the same. Our pursuit and vision to turn this old house into a home remains. However, daily tasks & memories made within these walls has come to the forefront over projects and…
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Bathroom Update
I sit down, I squirm and wiggle. I get up. I make tea, throw a load of laundry in, heat up my rice pack. I come back and sit and am still adjusting and fidgeting. I open my desk drawer. A disk with a green paper case looks back at me: ” Gavin’s skydive – June 30th, 2013. I debate if I should pop it in and reminisce on that day. No, I must practice discipline and write. But, it’s been so long. I don’t know where to pick up. I don’t know which projects should be promoted to being captured within the memory vault of this blog. I set…
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Turning 27
It can be difficult to begin something again after some time has passed. Though, it’s really as simple as picking up right where we left off. Oftentimes, we make things more complicated than they need to be. For many reasons, I’ve avoided writing the happenings as of late but I’m ready to begin again. I’d like this to be a succinct summary of the year thus far. My earliest memory of ringing in the new year of 2020 was standing on a ladder in the library, repairing the cracks in the plaster walls. I watched on my phone as happy people in Time Square sang, Imagine by John Lennon. I…
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Jingle Jangle
This evening, a strange occurrence happened that I don’t have much of an answer for. Gavin was working late, so I was home alone making dinner and running around the house switching from dusting the dining room table to doing laundry. In-between stirring the spinach in the skillet, I heard the bell on the back storm door jingle. It helps notify us of incoming visitors. That’s weird, I thought. It’s probably just the wind but I trudged the steps and looked around the patio. Everything seemed undisturbed. It was a still evening without a breeze, yet the clapper of the bell swung lightly from side to side. I resumed my…
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Journal Entry 6/14/20
Writing in the library, drinking chamomile tea. This time is a blessing. I never would have thought it to be so valuable as I do now. It feels rewarding to sit in a finished room, finally being able to enjoy it. This desk completes the space. I found it about seven years ago at a thrift store. It’s the first piece of furniture I ever refurbished. Here’s what it looked like in my art room at my old house along with one of my very first design ventures, the chalkboard paint accent wall! It has moved with me and has sat in the garage until last weekend when it found…
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Fun at the Homestead
All the hard work is worth it when I see these little smiling faces enjoying their time here. That is my dream come true.
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Snapshots of Spring
Warmer weather & longer days have propelled us forward and pushed us into exhaustion nearly every night. I’m learning more intimately this truth every day: The only obstacle in-between dreams & reality is a simple answer: Work. Not until you don’t feel like it anymore. Not until there’s something more enjoyable to do. Work until you feel like you’re going to fall over. And then get up in the morning, and do it all again. It sounds intense. How could we really live like that? You want something bad enough, that’s what it takes. This is a reference for myself of our Spring 2020 projects completed: We’re giving it all…
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The Third Floor
These times we find ourselves in are unlike any other. I find solace in knowing that this world is not our home. And when this life weighs heavy on my chest, I breathe in the peace of which He alone provides. These months have been a blur. While the pace of life has slowed for many, I’ve been thrown off kilter, spun like a top turning in too many directions. I’ve sought comfort in both distraction and substance but never falter to right myself again in the mercies of a new tomorrow. Months pass like weeks and weeks like days, minutes to seconds. And I think to myself with each…
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2020 Blooms
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, …” –A Tale of Two Cities Timeless words that speak to my heart and ring true to this unparalleled time we’re living in. But no matter how upside down the world becomes, this moment in history will soon be forgotten and fade into the background of an ever changing stage. Unbinding and sobering to the fleetingness of days. Two weeks ago, I escaped into the early 1900’s. I escaped into the minds and beings…
