Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Girl and a Wolf

I was lucky to split my time this Thanksgiving between the beach and the mountains.
That’s pretty dreamy, eh?

I was invited to a Thanksgiving feast set outdoors among rolling hills where coyote and bobcats likely roam.  
From my seat at the table I could steal glimpses of the ocean, 
and watch the sun dip away from its waltz with the sky.
The trees were treated to a chorus of our laughter throughout the night. 
For that alone, I give thanks.
With my belly full and my heart even fuller, 
I headed to the mountains where I counted fish in the lake and scouted for eagles in the trees.
I probably could’ve drank a little less, and used my brain a little more… 
but that’s what New Year’s resolutions are for.  
image is my own, Lake Tahoe
All said and done, I'd rather have a collection of stories to share, 
even if it means a little repentance in the morning.
I tuck those stories away in my back pocket for a rainy day.
You see, a few weeks back I was the girl who cried wolf.
And I feel lighter in step because of it: because of this reversal in course… but.
But there are people I care about that I think I might have let down.
And all I can offer you is this:
I will always be guilty of falling in love with places I haven’t been; with people I have yet to meet.
It’s a fickle fortune that I’ve been dealt by the universe.
And all I can hope is that you won’t fault me for it.
Because all things considered, I think it’s a pretty sacred fate.
And after months of confusion, I figure my path doesn’t need to be so clear.
I will let my heart be guided by the sun and the stars and trust that the other pieces will fall into place.
Have a happy week, my friends.
xo

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

A Thought. For Tuesday.

 "Don’t listen to anyone. 
Trust what gives you pleasure. 
Trust the emotions. 
If you love something but can’t explain why, that’s enough."
 -Calice Becker
So very, very true
There are forces so much mightier in our hearts
than we may be aware of at first feel. 
Sometimes what is right... can't be articulated.
Happy Tuesday, my friends.
xo


Thursday, November 1, 2012

A Case of Cold Feet

I've got a case of cold feet. 
Which is a funny phrase when you consider it, 
because I actually feel really hot and a little bit itchy and all the time sweaty these days. 
I'm confused and not sure about anything anymore.
  I thought I knew what I wanted to do.
But now I'm really not so certain. 
I came out west at a time when I was craving adventure,
longing for change,
and dreaming of a shift in pace and scenery.
San Francisco, cool as ever, 
kind of tossed these things my way, real casual and nonchalant.
Well I took the bait.
image is my own; Big Sur
And all of a sudden I feel an overwhelming
desire to live out a life of Hemingway and Kerouac proportion adventure. 
I keep getting all choked up and panicky
and on top of picking away nearly all of my left eyebrow,
I've developed a habit of scratching at an itch that doesn't even exist on my neck.
If I'm being honest,
I'd say I'm about 50/50 moving forward with this move right now.
The trouble is, it's already been decided upon.
But... I have yet to sign that transfer paper due weeks ago.
Just like a compass that has lost it's way,
my head and my heart both went kind of cloudy. 
They're trying so hard-
 to tap back into that magnetic pull,
and find a way home.
xo