Feeling like a drunk fish swimming against the stream. I just slept and woke, I'm feeling like two bottles of whiskey so I write to release the toxins from my fish bowl. I swim in circles with this ink that sinks like an experience of consequences following of lesson, infinitely mentioned with greater intentions and positive predictions creating completion of oneself goals. I write from the soul to never forget I'm on my way to stay aware of what we are worth and capable of as a whole.
🇺🇸🇺🇸Exercising my freedom to vote in Marietta’s Early Voting facility on Whitlock🇺🇸🇺🇸
🇺🇸Let’s all carve out time to VOTE🇺🇸
Holding your ever growing little hand makes me so so sooo happy!! My dear Gideon... mama loves you so much you have no idea!! Thank you for letting me snuggle you all day long. I don’t mind the messes... snot, poops, and throw ups... because seeing you grow everyday is the best part of being your mommy!!! I’m thankful to be home with you even while I work. And I can’t wait to take you to the work field with me one of these days too!!!! Keep growing my son, but just not tooo fast... cause I need to grab my camera LOL! See you when you wake up from your nap today!
What makes your heart grow three sizes in one day? (like our friend the Grinch)
Is it laughter with friends?
It might be writing a letter to someone dear to you.
Is it a loved one’s tender touch?
Is it the companionship of a four-legged furry friend?
How about when you look into the eyes of a newborn child?
It may be the kindness of a stranger.
It can happen in nature, in meditation, and in just sitting still with deep breaths, taking LIFE in.
How will you and I intentionally grow our heart in the days ahead?
Two weeks from today, I will leave my fifties in the dust and I could not be more grateful for these many decades that I have had the benefit of Living Life. By now, through many personal life experiences, I have a keen understanding of the fragility of living. I count each day as a tremendous gift.
As I welcome this new decade, I will take a brief break from posting here.
It is my hope that you will plan to join me again on IG, Monday, August 6, 2018 for more musings.
Scribbled acrostic from last night’s She Howls writing circle. The 🐺🐺🐺🐺 did not hold back last night ~ full bodied howls connected over the inter-ethers. Truly powerful and brave stuff ~ I couldn’t sleep I was so inspired. Thank you to all of the pack for your most poetic and feral words. You kept the roots dangling and the dirt on the roots ✊🏽💕🐺💕🙏🏽💕
"Look around the room you are in and name three things you are grateful for"... 🔹
I've known a lot of homes in my lifetime. 10 different times I've packed up, said my goodbyes, and moved to a new place. It's never easy.
I'm a firm believer that home is where the heart is. Cheesy I know. But what do you do when pieces of your heart are scattered all over the world? .....
I'm still trying to figure that one out. .....
As I prepare to meet my new home in #westernaustralia I feel a bittersweet love for the home I've created in #louisiana. So Day 8 of the #gr8tful28 challenge goes to:
🔹 My teeny backyard garden. Truly my #happyplace
🔹 Pictures and memories everywhere I look. #remindersoflove
🔹 The people I get to share my home with. Making the most of the #hereandnow .....
So cheers to anyone out there feeling #homesick for the people and places you've once called home. .....
🔹I'm right there with ya, friends. ❤️-Jac
I knew our time was running short. The sadness piercing my heart. We spent time looking over the ocean together savoring the last moments. We fell in love but neither one of us had admitted it. He never said how he felt but I saw it and felt it when we were together. We met at our friends wedding that took place in California. He was the grooms friend and I was the brides friend from work. We ran into each other before the wedding since we had booked the same hotel. I was on the phone with the bride and he couldnt help but over hear. We laughed at the coincidence as we both rode the same elevator to the same floor. We hit it off quickly as he helped me to my hotel room. I offered to take him to dinner since I didn't like eating alone. We shared drinks and laughter with each other leaving us both not wanting to end the night. It was 2 days before the wedding and we spent alot of it together. We did some touristing since it was both our first time in Cali. On the night before the wedding we hung out in his room. He wanted to show me some pics of his life back home and it turned into drinks and deep conversation. We feel asleep together and when morning came we woke up next to each other. He felt like home as I looked into his eyes and I know he felt it to. When the wedding came we danced together our faces barely touching. He was quiet and so was I. We knew that it would soon be over. So he took me by the hand and lead us to the car. "Where are we going?" "I dont know." He smiled. The sun was barely up when we pulled in. We got out sitting on the edge of the cliff. He looked over at me with soft eyes. I smiled shyly. We looked back over the setting sun as he reached for my hand and I gladly let him. We locked eyes. The tension was strong. He leaned in and kissed my cheek leaving me breathless as I thought our lips would touch. He helped me up and took us back to the hotel not saying another word. He lead me to his room where we fell asleep in each others arms. When morning came I slipped out to pack for my flight home. There was a knock on the door. It was him dressed and ready to leave. "Dont forget me." He said leaving a note in my hand and turning to leave.
Like many young girls, I kept a diary as a teenager. It kept me company through first loves, first fallouts and first failings. It was a rant on a page or a doodle of gossip, a safe space to shift my maze of emotions from mind to paper.
Not so long ago, I re-picked up the pen. I chose a beautiful leather bound book and I said hello. I wrote out my waves of hormones, admitted to upset and made sense of some confusions. It was a relief. They say journaling is one of the best, and cheapest, therapies you can get. Because in all of us is a wise older version of ourselves whose voice helps us to make sense of the world when scribbled in ink. Try it, you don’t know what will come out until you write it down 📖