I’ve never been an overly adventurous person. I like small, simple walks in nature, but not eight-hour hikes. I like going to the beach, but not going as far out into the ocean as possible. Bears are my favourite animal, but that doesn’t mean I want to meet one while I’m camping. I’ve never been … Continue reading The Pull of Adventure
Someone recently told me that I’m good at conclusions, or something like that. I’m good at concluding things. I wouldn’t disagree, but I think sometimes I go too far in cutting things off before their time, for the sake of moving on. Whenever I go away on holidays, the last morning is always wobbly. Knowing … Continue reading Conclusions and Closure
2021 is the year of focusing on my health. Which, when put like that, sounds kind of boring. But honestly, I’m excited. I wouldn’t say I’ve ever neglected my wellbeing, unless you consider neglect to be convincing my mum that a dentist appointment doesn’t have to be every six months. But it hasn’t been much … Continue reading My Focus of 2021
I’ve gone from one floral journal to another. I wonder what thoughts and emotions and prayers and poems I will capture this year. I wonder what will fill those pages. I wonder when I will return to the journal of 2020, and if I’ll like what I find there. I wonder if 2021 will be … Continue reading Welcoming the New Year
Christmas is my favourite time of year, and always has been. Not the tacky Santas, you know, the ‘real’ ones that chase you around shopping centres or the ‘fake’ ones that exist as giant blow up plastic sitting outside car dealerships. I love Christmas. Not the consumerism side, but everything else. Memories of coming home … Continue reading Christmas Over the Years
At the start of every year, I write a letter. To myself, to God. Thinking and praying about the year ahead and what I want out of it. Not a resolutions list, but voicing what I feel God has put on my heart. How I want to see God move, how I want to grow … Continue reading The Yearly Letter
Today was my first day working in a bookshop, so I’m tired and happy and happy and tired. I never imagined I’d be able to work with books all day. For me it’s less about retail and more about sharing your love of words with someone else. It’s admiring covers and authors and discovering those … Continue reading Spring Happiness
the dreams of a fifteen year old (compared to the realities of a twenty three year old). Well. Do you ever look back on a pivotal moment in your life and can’t quite believe it happened, and happened to you? I still feel that way about moving out of home. It’s completely normal to be … Continue reading the dreams of a fifteen year old
It’s been one of those weeks. When each day is merely the rope pulling the weekend closer to you and it can’t be here quick enough. But now the smell of spring rain fills the air and it’s been so long. It feels like what I’ve been waiting for. Permission to rest, perhaps. A reminder … Continue reading Spring Rain
On the days it is not raining, I am learning to lie down outside and let the sun melt into my skin while I read words that are not my own. I haven’t felt stressed in a while, and as well as work and study I’ve been prioritizing things that bring joy. Gardening, writing, reading, … Continue reading Uncharted Waters
the softest words 