People will tell you, don't look back. But for me, looking back is a chance to recall memories and challenges. Here I am at 24, headed out to take care of my sheep. At the time any local farmers in the

Home, but not home. Our Island.

I was out in this field taking pictures of these gorgeous wine cups and pondering the savageness of our existence. We have this one short life! It's over in a whisper. When I think of it in those terms,

Soliloquy- so·lil·o·quy "The act of speaking to oneself, especially when by oneself." How often do we sit in a crowd and carry on our inner monologue? I listen. I form judgments. I try to keep

Your relationship with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship you have. Treat yourself tenderly. Speak kind words to your soul. You are so loved!

The Tiny Seed knew that in order to grow it needed to be dropped in dirt, covered in darkness and struggle to reach the light. Keep going! Push on through! Keep growing!

Who's words damaged you? Who's voice fills your head every day? Each morning, speak to your soul. Program the voice you will hear that day. Not your alcoholic father. Not your abusive mate. Not childhood

St. Brigid. Ireland's Patron Saint of fire. Midwifery. Healing. " Bright and fiery arrow, blaze kindly into my life.Sainted bringer of spring, grow ever more verdent and lush.Mistress of poetry and

He found her under the moon. The full moon. A blood moon. Bruised of heart, drowning in tears. He lay over her, soothing her with murmers and ministrations, scooped her onto his lap, tenous kisses to her

So, he brought this to me. For fuller flavor. To ignite taste. His mouth on mine, i taste it. Fresh and dark and filling me with longing. Our love affair began with coffee...Introduced by a friend, he

She hugs you, this city does. She's mellow, sweet and slow burning, like a kiss from a lover. She's food, song, dance,laughter, hope, all laid back in boots and a cowboy hat. I love you, Austin,Texas!

Hey future, big and bright! Whirling dervish of hope, i embrace you.

This is where i go to hide away. This river has rocked me in her warm, comforting arms since before i walked. Her ebb and flow are sure as the sun and moon. Faithful and steady. She's what i need. Where

Harvey. He left behind ugliness. Despair. Lots of brokeness: Dreams. Futures. Relationships. Memories. What else will he take?

What dreams did you carry Grandmother? I watched them slip away all my life. I hope heaven repays you for your suffering on earth.🍀

The most intelligent thing a woman can do is never NEED a man.