Last week, April 14th marked eleven years since my brother Jeffrey passed away. Each year that has come and gone has taught me grief cannot be calculated, expected or pushed around. Grief comes and goes as it pleases and rarely gives you any kind of notice as to how she might arrive. Some times she … Continue reading Grief and Gold
This past weekend, I had the kids on my own while Jeremy was away on a guy’s (long) golf weekend. I am 34 weeks pregnant which makes me not quite miserable, but definitely not as confidant in my ability to chase after my 2 year old in public (She’s one fast mama-jama and, believe me, … Continue reading Do You Know You Are Wildly Loved?
Last week, I had a day where I found myself feeling discouraged and discontent. When I took a moment to take an inventory of my thoughts throughout the day, I realized I had been caught playing the comparison game again. Maybe you've done this too? Thought by thought, I had spent the day stewing silently in … Continue reading When We Need to Look Down… And Then Look Up Again
Every morning, I drop Harper off at her elementary school and about an hour and a half later, I drop Bentley off at his preschool. When I drop each of them off at school, I have the exact same routine. I get them out of the car and I take a moment to remind them … Continue reading Remember Who You Are
Last week, I spent some time thinking about the 16 year old athlete version of me from long ago. She seems to be the truest version of me before I was introduced to deep pain or experiencing wounds. I learned something from that girl. When it came to anything athletic, she used to say, “I … Continue reading Channelling My Inner Athlete
At the beginning of the year, I wrote a heart-felt post about the word reliance and how I felt compelled to choose it as my personal theme for 2015. I had a slim idea I would be challenged by this term at some point. But we are never fully prepared for what life will bring us, … Continue reading Surrendering the Imperfect
The ocean has always possessed a kind of power over my soul. I am drawn to it like a honeybee is drawn to a flower, as though I was made to be near it and it was made to feed the person I was created to be. No matter what kind of chaos or emotion … Continue reading Let the Ocean Speak