Gallows Two roads one wood, and there I stood on the frozen ground The dead arise, I hear the sound And they’re calling for my name. (Throw in some oos) Chorus Beckon me back from the gallows Hallowed ground where the dirt’s still shallow. I don’t wanna rage war, with the dead no more. So… Continue reading Gallows
I’m currently reading/listening to Present over Perfect by Shauna Niequist. I love it already. Mainly… I need it. I need to be reminded that my crazy, insane and really full life still has meaning, still has purpose in the midst of all the chaos. I so often fill it with activities, things, or work that… Continue reading Inciting Change
Here I am, another year older and perhaps a smidge wiser. Hopefully. If you’re friends with me on Facebook you might have noticed that I did a series of posts tagged #28lessonslearned. Spoiler alert, I turned 28 at the end of that series. The goal was to eventually tie all of those into a blog… Continue reading #28LessonsLearned
Have you ever seen a worn down old rock in the middle of a river? I found this quote early Spring 2016 and it’s stuck with me since. It’s become an anthem as I persist into things I’ve never done before. It’s become background noise as I become broken down and tired and ready to… Continue reading Making SHIFT Happen
Oh geez, You remember that time I decided to get all fit and stuff. Pain. They say no pain, no gain. I want to punch those people. Anyways, I’m still aggressively trying to learn Pilates and that means taking a BUNCH of classes in a short span of time. Ouch. If you think that Pilates… Continue reading Workout Hangovers & Recovery
Hello there friends! I want to tell you about a little venture that is a few months if not years in the making. This idea is grounded in my own path to finding and accepting who I am as a human. It’s been a long process… but aren’t we all there, every second of everyday,… Continue reading The Lionheart Collective Co.
What would my life look like if I got everything I wanted the way in which I dreamed up in my mind? I would undeniably complain a whole lot less than I do, have less anxiety about everything and probably be a lot less personally aware. In short, it would be glorious but my life… Continue reading I became a travel writer