12.14.17

visit

10.6.17

just how long can i keep singing the same old song

miah,
how can i send you a return letter?
xx
m*

8.25.17

got a pedicure

i hate getting pedicures. 

7.24.17

fireworks

 i'm obsessed with my zinnia's

6.25.17

garden days

returning home to a garden completely out of control with weeds.  this will take days to sort out.

6.19.17

time capsule

it's not everyday you unexpectedly receive a treasure in the mail.

4.28.17

swimming in all the oceans now

Today was a pretty epic day of adventure.  We drove to New Mexico, got caught in a snow storm, met up with Jessie and Tim in their new desert home, and hung out in the pueblo.  Even with the freezing weather it was fun and maybe even more beautiful.  

buddies!

4.20.17

big rain coming

i let this project dwindle and die.  i felt too bored with my photos, too frustrated with my lack of exciting subject matter.  i wanted more.  life as i captured it felt dull to me.  my photos were dutiful and uninspired.  i felt like i was letting people down.  why even do this anymore?  something that became such a chore.

i forgot that the value here is not in the individual image, although sometimes they are beautiful, because sometimes life is beautiful.  no, the value here is the collection of photos as a whole; the longevity, the consistency, the documentation of years and years.  the value is being able to look back over a life, to watch a life unfold, to document a life. 

i forgot that sometimes life is boring.  sometimes it's simple, and uninspired.  sometimes life is a chore.  what makes me sad in retrospect is that in my silence, during the almost year long absence, beautiful and important and wonderful things did happen.  things that should be part of the bigger picture of my life.  and of course i have pictures of these things, but they are glaring omissions from this archive.  that saddens me.  and motivates me.  

part of the problem is, i think, i began to get a lot of viewers and followers and i began to care what they thought.  i checked my stats and analytics all too often.  what started as a project just for me to share with friends became something that i was doing for other people also.  sometimes that pushed me to take better photos, but mostly it stimulated my ego, not my creativity.  

so i'm trying this again.  yet again.  maybe i needed the silence to come back to the calling in my heart.  maybe i needed to remember that it's only in the amassing of years that this becomes magnificent, not because each photo is exciting and amazing (but wouldn't that be nice also).  maybe i needed to move past numbers and stats and re-inspire myself.  

i'm turning off my analytics, i don't care if i'm popular in russia.  i don't even care if you're reading this.  although i'll keep writing to you.  

i realize now who you are.  
you are me.  
at the end of the project.  
whenever that is.  
but not yet.

6.5.16

chucks in the mist

5.8.16

chick and hens

5.6.16

morning mint harvest

11.29.15

prepared

10.31.15

costume kickball

morticia doesn't play kickball.

10.8.15

shakti

It's been about 17 asymmetrical years but I'm finally got them evened out.

8.22.15

 

final day of ytt 

 

My year of training has come to an end.  Today was the final day of 500hr YTT.  I still have some assignments and elective hours to complete but our core hours, and my class time with my fellow yoginis, has come to an end.  It was a very bittersweet day full of all emotions, lots of tears and lots of laughter.  
Doing the training this way - spread out over time with a small group of women - compared to the intensive way I did my 200 hour, allowed for a whole different level of absorption.  Both experiences were life changing but during this training I was truly living my yoga.  Every month brought new lessons and I watched the teachings unfold before my very eyes as life presented challenges and triumphs perfectly suited to what I was learning and the tools I'd just been given.
It was also so inspiring to learn and teach at the same time.  I was able to stay inspired and show up for my students consistently and with different knowledge to share and incorporate in my classes and sessions.
But most of all I am so thankful for the gift of my sisters in learning and life.  I feel utterly seen, supported and loved by all the phenomenal women who make up this tribe.  My heart overflows with awe and with gratitude.  It is beyond full.

8.15.15

boulder reservoirAnd then we got kicked off the beach cause there was a lightening storm.  #coloradoproblems

7.14.15

DCA all day

Well after all the re-unionizing and partying and flying and adventuring my cold has finally caught up with me.  I spent all day traveling from Toronto to DC then to Denver.  Today included maneuvering customs, a ferry, taxis, flights, an incredibly long layover, storms and delays, all while being sick as a dog.  I made it.  Just barely.

6.18.15

first harvest

6.5.15

black gold

i love harvesting veggies, fruits, and flowers but if i'm honest my favorite thing to harvest is dirt.

6.2.15

poppying off