Devon and my journey of waking up to racism
For about four months now, I have been pressing into the uncomfortable place that lies between ignorance and motivating-awareness.
Before, I turned a blind eye, a deaf ear, a walled-up heart that wouldn’t let in deep sadness and others’ pain that I can never fully understand. It was a deep expanse of Unknown, this thing that I was sort of aware of but didn’t acknowledge. Continue reading “december 30 . 2016”
being present : seasons
My commutes on Thursday mornings are eeaaaarrrrllllyyyy. I fondly refer to myself as a “morning person” but a 5am alarm can be jarring at times, even for me.
The drive time from my home on the mountain to the little school where I recruit, enroll, and advise is anywhere from 18 to 45 minutes. This particular Thursday, I took a different route to work and pulled up a podcast I recently discovered (I know, sooo late to the party). Continue reading “october 21 . 2016”
// flirting with “minimalism”
I’ve decided that I just want to live with less. I have more than enough clothes, make-up, toiletries, jewelry, decor. I disliked having clothes that I never wore (did the whole, backwards-hanger-if-it’s-not-forwards-in-a-year-you-won’t-wear-it-again deal and WOW too many!) in my closet because I might need it someday. I hated knocking over bottles of unused beauty products under the bathroom sink when I was putting folded towels away. So I started purging stuff! Continue reading “august 18 . 2016”