10 million miles per hour. i’m bound to forget something. this morning t’was my head. carry on. happy wednesday. image Similar posts:summer is....fess up please!spring stormimpossible to be pouty in...
for me the glass isn’t half full nor is it half empty. thirst is what counts. i’ve wasted too much time focusing on the contents of the cup. slurping up buckets and buckets of excess for fear of another drought; resulting in regret. the shameful, severing...
tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. the sweet rap of raindrops scampering across our roof come three o’clock this morning. my two crusty beasts and their surlier human all barked disgruntled disfavor to the interrupted slumber. as hostess of the household it was my...
give me empty, unchartered, dark territory any day. i find the cozy in the unknown. there’s nothing as throbbing and thorny as a sure-thing thwarted. i promise to never promise. image Similar posts:what are you looking for?it's a windy day in californiaweekend...
friday i entered the studio to teach my last class after a long, stressful week. my two-day vacation {first one in some time} was about to begin in 65 minutes; i glided in giddy, only one more hour, and it was teaching one of my favorite classes: a classical pilates,...
sometimes this is my clearest lens in life. many a time these blurry eyes have saved me from feelings hurt or cheeks turned that way. we can in engage in the scrappy dogfights, get scratched up and bit; or we can choose not to play with those silly, boorish puppies...
