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Month: July 2020

Posted on July 22, 2020September 23, 2021

Into the Deep

I’ve been thinking lately soul searching and trying to find the meaning of. Everything all the while missing the simple point of it again and again. Beating a dead horse with a noose tied for me sticking my nose where it shouldn’t be buying the ruse meant just for me until one day retrospect spoke…

Posted on July 21, 2020September 23, 2021

Isn’t It Incredible

Bite for the day: Galbanum Galbanum Smells like… A forest covered in wet mossy earth with a hint of deep, spicy green. It carries the grounded undertones of balsamic to highlight the natural woody fragrance. Often described as earthy or forest-like, this elevated compound is medicinally helpful for anything from seizure disorders and wound care to…

Posted on July 17, 2020September 23, 2021

Daisies and Life Lessons

So, I usually keep my journals to myself, but now that I have a blog, I feel like it’s the perfect place to keep the pearls Life tosses my way and share them with others like me. Who find wonder in the little things at all costs. So here we go, Daisies. This morning was…

Posted on July 13, 2020July 21, 2020

“DO YOU FEEL IT?”

Short Story In Unwitting Conspirators Series

Posted on July 12, 2020July 12, 2020

Willow Bay Way Point

Episode 1: This series is very dear to my heart. The adventures I’ve pictured while traveling along its strings have offered me so much light and wisdom and insight into my own true nature and shed light on situations I’d been working through at any given moment. I want so much to pass them along…

Posted on July 12, 2020February 16, 2024

Between The Myrtles: Episode 1

Episode 1: What’s in a name? There’s something about the way the air smells. It’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever smelt in my life. I think. “Ooh,” my head feels like I’ve dunked beneath the surface of a vat of warm cream. Come to think of it. I hear nothing but a steady pitter-patter all…

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