burning on the inside

There have been mercies this year, and because they’ve emerged amid wrecked fields of disappointments and loss, they shine like singular, luminous wildflowers. . . . → Read More: burning on the inside

~summer shorts~ reclaiming

You can sail forward even when the wind is close to your bow, but there is a reason why they call it โ€œbeating to windward.โ€ . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ reclaiming

~thankful thursday~ three little birds

They might just be three little birds, but they remind me that every little thing is gonna be alright. That doesnโ€™t mean it will be easy or that there wonโ€™t be fearful things. It means this too shall pass. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ three little birds

~thankful thursday~ surreal chamomile

On pi day, I started typing some gratitude, right in the middle of a month, and with no deadlines or expectations to polish or publish attached. It has quickly developed into a sanity-saving, not-restricted-to-gratitude, self-integrating tool that I am relying on heavily for self-care purposes. Iโ€™ve mostly experienced mental health struggles in my life as . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ surreal chamomile

~quinn’s forty sixth month~ stirring the pensieve

~written november/december 2018~

by this time, the blog had taken on a life of its own, and i began documenting quinnโ€™s happenings on a regular basis in ~a month of unschool~ posts the next month, which then transitioned to ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ posts. as such, this . . . → Read More: ~quinn’s forty sixth month~ stirring the pensieve

~quinn’s forty-fourth month~ storm season

~written november 2018~

as my blog was gaining momentum, i started writing more in the moment, more from the heart, as well as including more about me in addition to quinn, my ideas, my past, my hopes. i was more aware than ever that i needed to process and integrate my experiences . . . → Read More: ~quinn’s forty-fourth month~ storm season