photo credit they grow and I’m not even watering them. my camera lies still in the corner crying for the moments uncaptured. today she came in with a single blueberry, just for me I was wanderi...
i’ve opened my eyes to bats sailing into moon-circles. i’ve opened my hands to hold a promise i thought was long lost. i’ve opened my mind to the thunderbolt of God’s V...
photo here. there is no one like You. You birth the phoenix from ashes nothing is lost (nothing is lost) because there is NO ONE LIKE YOU. my dance is drums to pavement praise. oh how You rise up to ...
I keep telling myself all the things you’d imagine me telling myself. Its okay girl. Pick up the pieces. Get back up on the horse. Take a minute and keep going. But what I ...
photo credit. I woke up broken on February 27th, 2012. And I can’t tell you how broken. And I can’t tell you that I am Samson and he Delilah and all my locks are gone. The story doesnR...
She turned four like a firework and Wolf and I are left reeling and wondering where the time goes. She laughs like a bell, runs like the wind, and is so very good to her brothers. We are lucky. For b...
I cleaned out my attic. I put the lovelies I didn’t know what to do with on my mantle. All of them. I like it. I’ve been known to race across the yard, clad only in these mocs and my bat...
linking up for small style<3 (i always miss it so) the boys are wearing lots of Tea Collection Quinn’s scarf is by Thief & Bandit Kade’s scarf is thrifted Toby’s scarf is by ...
i want blue hair and roses on my shoulder. i want color to remind me i’m seeing and seeing to remind me I’m breathing and breathing to remind me that the steps on the stairs to tomorrow w...
We’ve spent a few weeks laying low-down underneath heavy blankets. When I went out last Wednesday for the first time in what seemed like forever, I firmly decided that I like the land of the l...
MEREDITH FARA AVERY. June 8, 1991 – December 17, 2011 I’ll miss you Mer. I’ll miss you making me be your friend. I’ll miss you calling me doll in your best British accent. I&#...
Today you dressed yourself. I told you that you looked like Cyndi Lauper. You sit beside the tree and absorb the glow. “I made my suit fancy like Christmas, Mama” We have no idea what to ...
this face Plaid Dress: Tea Collection Poncho: c/o Tea Collection Pants:Devon Rose Necklace: a gift from Auntie Abbie So happy to be playing Small Style again. i missed it, missed it, missed it...
“Furr” by Blitzen Trapper from Jade Harris on Vimeo. Because today is apparently bestie day, and you are mine. (if you lived near I’d come make you pancakes….. but you ...
photo via weheartit. you are the moon over an open field to me. you are dry leaves under my feet winter air that comforts with still grey windless branches. (my umbrella) i tell you secrets an...
Every holiday the magic astounds me. The fact that I get to put twinkle lights in my house is reason enough for celebration. (I’m making a motion to leave the twinkle lights up year round) The ...
All I want to do is write long dramatic tomes of poetry that fill me up like Irish potato stew. To satisfy my brain is to let loose a deluge of moments onto paper. And so we have: A clear blue aftern...
I woke up this last week of 29 staring at a grey sky still flecked with star dots. Woke in a teepee to see my breath hovering over a white blanket that was wrapped around the little girl snuggled at ...
Can I say again it doesn’t seem real? Things have moved on and we’ve busied ourselves until I’m afraid I’ll wake up and find I only dreamt it. From school reports looming, to ...
As I am STILL recovering from jetlag (seriously–falling asleep in the oddest places) and gathering my life back together, I wanted to not let one more minute go by without announcing the last o...
I sat on a pebbled Brighton beach, looking out across the waters and wondering how it could be unspeakably good and yet completely terrible, to have wandered so far. I pondered how I was not the unat...
“The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.” —-Sylvia Plath We walked gloomy down the lane to your last home. The one where the oven billowed out gas and the rags w...
I ate the city with my eyes. I thought of having seen surf, but not this surf, and how the air smelled like kept promises. I could have trekked out across it, and never sunk. I saw love in eav...
I still can’t believe any of it. pretty scarf was sent to me by Thief & Bandit — its my new favorite thing. Immense. (I know some of you are still waiting to hear when the...
I remember all the days of play. Dashing through the yard in a bedsheet, a warrior princess; my favorite time of year was the cusp of fall. Two still-bare feet would feel the chill of the darkening h...
My internet has been out and I apologize profusely for my lack of communication over the weekend. Its hard to use my phone as a computer, though I try. I leave tomorrow for the first leg of the fanta...
Firstly… for the Just.Lovely.Things and Pillow Factory giveaway….. Sir Random Number Generator picked entry #3. Random Integer Generator Here are your random numbers: 3 Timestamp: 2011-09...
Oh its all I can think of. Its the poem my heart always imagined. Its every word I’ve ever read about a journey playing out in my mind all at once “Once you have traveled, the voyage nev...
On Pix: leaf print flutter tee c/o Sustainable Kids jeggings c/o Sustainable Kids Anastacia cardy by Peek sandals: Target feather and rose headband: c/0 Allora Handmade On Quinn: Blue organic polo c/...
Every day learning together is the happiest thing —even when it isn’t. Even when everyone is at their wits end, and the littlest sister hid under the bed and ate 3 croissants while we did...
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