The 10 Minute Poem
Between winter’s arrival and the volcanic eruptions that are American society, I am trying to get back into poetry. It’s hard though, because with the holidays (now over, thankfully) and the shorter days, I feel…
Author: Elizabeth
How to be a Softer You in the New Year
We keep saying that 2016 has not been the kindest year known to mankind. To be fair, it has not been the worst known to mankind, either. However, it has probably been the most dismal…
This is Our New Year
Hello all, it has been a while since I really sat and typed away at the keys in a fury of inspiration. I haven’t been my usual blog self, full of words and photographs, but…
DIY Mulled Wine Simmering Stove Top Potpourri
Edit: This post originally ran on December 8th, 2015. However, certain restrictions have prevented me from creating a new Christmas themed post, so I have decided to run this one again! Merry Christmas! There is…
To Love that Which is Life
I seem to only truly love things that can die. To be fair, I do not fear death. I never have. Death is but a bridge into a new journey. Lately though, I have noticed…
Thoughts from Dr Martens and a Thrifted Skirt
Confession: I am in love with the idea of a minimal closet. Other confession: I am terrible at keeping one. I guess I am too many women, all at once, though sometimes not for ages.…
Eyes Like Leaves
Leaves, like people, surround themselves and they only see what is right before them, what is uncrowded by other leaves. They change, grow, become darker in color and then lighter again. Their colors vary, not unlike us,…
10 Things Tuesday
I would be lying through my teeth if I claimed to be happy lately. No, after last week’s election results, I am anything but happy. I am sad, I am frustrated, I am hurting, and most…
Friday Musings 1.7: Old Style Blogging
Who knew blood, running, flowing (or rushing, as the case may be), pumping through one’s fingertips could be so beautiful? As much as I hate to complain about anything, it seems of late that I…
The Importance of Yellow Roses
Or why everyone should keep more flowers, everywhere, all the time. Yellow petals drifting onto the tops of withered paperbacks…. that is the definition of being alive. The other day, I treated myself. I was…