Sprinkles: On Conquering Fear Foods

The other day, some friends and I went to a frozen yogurt place in Chapel Hill, such a lovely place. It's a quintessential shop in town on Franklin street, and I was excited. I hadn't seen these sweet friends from summer camp in a very long time, one in years since we were little girl…

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Raw Honey: A Hop, Leap, and A Jump Towards Intuition and Listening to Me

The man in line was all smiles, and I felt sad for the joy I no longer could return this morning. I could hear the drop in his voice as my saddened eyes met his bright smile, but I couldn't seem to lift the corners of my lips upon his gaze; my frown pressed on…

Compensation in the Face of Grace

This afternoon, that monthly discomfort returned. Last night, I had awoken to it, but had pushed it away and managed to let it settle down with a good night's rest and some heat. But this afternoon, it returned fully fledged. That's when the limping of heavy pain flooded over me, and I knew it was…

A Disconnection of Self

The words are not coming to me, and the inspired feelings that usually flow naturally do not as easily flow from within me this day, but yet I feel called to write, gathered and entranced by the longing to share. He carried my pizza. My pizza. Stringy cheese and naughtiness, the associations that flooded my…