Everyone has a spirit that can be refined, a body that can be trained in some manner, a suitable path to follow. You are here for no other purpose than to realize your inner divinity and manifest your innate enlightenment. Foster peace in your own life and then apply the Art to all that you encounter.

~The Art of Peace




October 4, 2009 | 60 Comments


quiet down.
stay warm.
keep moving.
don’t worry.



The Pool Bar

February 22, 2009 | 107 Comments

Pool Bar

I’m hoping that the memory of this view is enough to pull me through the rest of the winter…

PS. Mexico was amazing…




October 20, 2008 | 101 Comments

love myself first
quiet the mind
practice compassion
let go



This post is from September 2007, tonight I just needed to bring it back up to the top to remind myself that I do actually like fall and that these past few drizzly, grey, HORRIBLE days are not the end of the world… just the beginning of a new season!

I’ve always felt that there’s something special about the changing of the seasons, and fall is one of my favorites. The crisp air is a welcome change after the sweltering humidity of the summer months. The rustling of leaves and light rhythm of cold rain makes me want to wrap myself in something cozy and sip warm cider by a woodstove. I always loved starting the new school year. The promise of a clean slate and the hope that this year would be the best yet. New clothes, new school supplies and new things to learn. Teachers that didn’t yet think of you as “the girl that isn’t living up to her potential”. Halloween fast approaching with creative costume ideas swirling through young minds. Thanksgiving just around the bend where family and friends from all around remind us of what we are most thankful for. The inviting smells of warm apples, cinnamon, and pumpkin pie. As I’ve grown up and lost touch with people and places it’s sometimes hard to connect with the things that have made me who I am today. More and more it seems the world is changing right in front of my eyes and the place I grew up just doesn’t exist anymore. Fall always brings me home… not as much in the literal sense, but somewhere deep within my heart. As nature prepares for Winter, the leaves fall from the trees and squirrels scurry to gather enough food to last ’til Spring, I am reminded that time only moves forward, and life begins and ends, and begins again…

I’m trying really hard not to say “fuck that” right now….



new friends encourage old habits
but an aging body is not as forgiving
spending time in bed with a head that’s heavy
and a mouth that tastes like cigarettes

and i’m smiling.



August 8, 2008 - The hike was strenuous but not enough to prevent me from enjoying it immensely. We hiked and we swam and we gathered wood and then everyone fell asleep as it started to rain. I want to save my friends as they are right now… all together, asleep under the roof of the lean-to. We are far away from everything and all that is left is what’s important - friends, a warm fire and some snacks. Thor and Manny lay in the sun, tired after a long day of exploring. Everything is still as the rain twinkles on the lake. In the lean-to, names carved by past guests… “Kyle and Dad” makes me smile. The smoke from the campfire billows into the lean-to and as it hits my face I smile to know that my clothes will hold the scent after the trip and give me one more chance to live this time before laundry day.

August 9, 2008 - The mountain air is refreshing and the summer sun warms my legs as they hang over the edge of the lean-to. Bitsy and I stay at the campsite while the rest go to the beaver dam. I seize the opportunity to bathe in the lake and as I stand, naked, on the rocks I am filled with feelings of contentment. The stillness of the lake is calming and I can’t help but smile a little. I look at my initials on the floor of the lean-to, carved the night before… a little piece of me to leave behind. All these initials, we all have this place in common… and now my friends and I. We meld together a little more each day. These people are becoming a piece of who I am. Weekends like this… this time together is more valuable than anything else. I still feel sad sometimes that Corey and I are not together, but up here it doesn’t matter… we are all together. I wish that I could stay here forever like this but I know that big changes are on the horizon. For now though I am calm and at peace… things are easy. We leave tomorrow but I’m not worried about it yet… we have the whole night ahead of us.



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