Motherhood, my, my…
“Motherhood is like a far-flung ocean painted out in front of me. Endless space in all directions, but I can’t see what’s under my feet.” I sat out on
Life of Pie & Corresponding Theories on Memory.
Over the last twenty years, I have collected hundreds of images. And in that time they have started to look different to me or to say something new. Either way, they
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A Travel (B)log: Changing lanes…
The apex of my circumstances these last few years have usually taken place behind the wheel of a car, or in the seat of an airplane; there is always and
“Let’s stay together.”
There truly is no telling when inspiration will strike. For me, as July just started creeping in, it was on board a 220 heading back to Seattle. I can officially
Edify.
“It seems only natural that we should improve as we age. But in the inevitable glow of accomplishment we can forget that natural is not synonymous with simple.
Improvement is often difficult, and that difficulty can even hurt sometimes. I believe however, that the presence of that difficulty is crucial. It cultivates an awareness,
like a glacier it carves through what already exists to make room for what will come next. In those moments of struggle, when pieces of you are being shifted around and you think that you can’t take much more,
remember that what fills that space next is completely up to you. Revel in all that possibility, and then dive in.” -Regan Beisenherz- … Continue readingEdify.
For love of inspiration.
Because sometimes we need a little help. … Continue readingFor love of inspiration.
…and now for something completely personal.
“There is a link between color & light and memory & feeling. And all instances are captured in one of them, or all of them, and those images stay forever engrained in the fabric of our days.
That photo that hangs on every refrigerator, in every house that you have lived in since college; its faded colors are no less vivid to you.
In your mind, there are no corners missing, and the yellow sweater that she was wearing hangs now in your own closet.
(Only you never wear it, because ironically, you don’t like to think of how much you miss her.)
Now that particular color yellow always makes you grin. And even though you never realize it, your lover does.
He watches with intense pride as the icing on your birthday cake (that same bright yellow) creaks across your face in a thin smile.
One of a million different smiles that you have, and no one realizes except him that it was for much more than just the wish you made.”
-Regan L. Beisenherz-
… Continue reading…and now for something completely personal.
Part 2: “For anyone who has ever had a mission” Statement
I’m not sure what it says about me that in early December, on the eve of my 29th birthday, I am swaying to folk music in my pajamas. It is
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“The Beautiful Summer.”
“Sometimes, things are so joyful that you have to stop, reset, and start again. Even happiness can be overwhelming.” rlb … Continue reading“The Beautiful Summer.”
The space between romance & reality.
There is a space between, open like a green belt, in the midst of all our choices I figure. It is a space to first be quiet, and then make