I remember getting out a book from the library when I was about ten. It was called, What do butterflies do when it rains? I thought that it was a good question. I remember the story being very poetic, talking about what all the other animals under the sun do when it rains, "Monkeys do... Continue Reading →
It kind of works
I've been trying to not be flipped out about knowing more precisely how (if not when) I'm going to lose my dad. Because it's that: I knew all along that statistically speaking, he was going to die 1) before me 2) sooner rather than later, and that all that is completely normal. Now we know... Continue Reading →
The Foro at the End of the Rainbow
I didn’t take the best pictures of the beautiful rainbow that Foro and I enjoyed just before my yoga class. Regenbogen I don’t believe in ‘signs’ but I do think that when nice things happen, we should be conscious and grateful for them. My yoga class is a bunch of really kind people who enrich... Continue Reading →
The Ache
It doesn't really work, traveling. Yes I get to see my friends and family, but it just means I have to leave them. And the whole time I'm visiting, I miss home, my boyfriend, my friends, the mountains and Foro. I got to see (in order): my father, my step-mother, my favorite friend from when... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 