I’ve been remiss with this blog, even though so, so, so many bloggable moments have come and gone in the past year. I write this sitting on my balcony, a face full of sunshine and the wind gently slapping my hair around. I write this and the irresistible urge to play Louis Armstrong comes up, … Continue reading
Love in the time of COVID
We’re living in a different world. Months have passed since my last post–almost half a year, I’m ashamed to admit–and March 2020 feels absolutely foreign compared to February 2020. Like a phantom limb, it’s hard to recognize this current moment in history as an extension of weeks ago, when spring had started to bloom and … Continue reading
A life well reflected upon
I need to write. I feel in my bones that it is important for me to take the time to do this thing, this one thing that brings me life and makes me feel connected to this earth and to its people and to its creator. I have a patient who talks about getting up … Continue reading
Happythankyoumoreplease part 2
I deserve to be this happy. I deserve to be this happy. There is no karmic balance. There is no universal happiness bank account I am withdrawing from. I don’t need to dread some sadness or pain that I will have to pay back in return. I deserve to be wholly and fully in love, … Continue reading
(Fast) Forward
Life is moving so fast, sometimes it’s hard to keep regularly chronicling here. Namely because everything is so, so, so, so good, that there’s little room for introspection and much more living in moment, soaking up every bit of good, that makes for a less compelling reason to blog. We’ve gotten a place together. In … Continue reading
Is talk cheap?
*approaches soapbox* Ahem. I’m not a politician, and I have no desire to be. But sometimes working on front lines of mental illness and seeing the vast amounts of misinformation, missing infrastructure, and systemic bullshit we have to deal with, makes me realise that if I don’t speak loudly enough for the people I advocate … Continue reading
In his arms
One of the recurring themes that has come up for me in therapy is how much difficulty I have relinquishing control. I guess it shouldn’t be entirely surprising, but the type A qualities that have allowed me so much success in most aspects of my life, are the same ones that continue to plague my … Continue reading
To his village
I have started to realize as I get older that a better tradition on someone’s birthday is not just to celebrate the individual, but the people that brought that person into the world and made them who they are. It’s been one year on this day since I met him in that beautiful coffee shop … Continue reading
Afterglow
The henna on my hands is just about faded. My apartment is filled with jars of bouquets whose water levels have dried up to just beyond the point of sustaining life. Fairy lights and picture frames are strewn about my floors, telling stories of a romance that became official earlier this summer. A love story … Continue reading
Sunday night blues
Grey skies, a cough that’s lingered for two weeks, overworked and underslept, and my man has had to drive back up north, leaving this apartment feeling emptier than before he got here. Winter has come way, way too soon this year, especially after we patiently endured months on end of it, a dreary March and … Continue reading
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