Sometimes I feel completely overwhelmed. Like I’m typing into a void. It either feels like too many people are listening Or no one is. Do you feel like that too?

Not many Because I’m not in it long So I guess the thought is “Oh my god I’m in it-“ And then down. Thoughts While Attempting Crow Pose Um My body cannot do that. It has not done that since it got hurt.

A list of beautiful things for today:Drinking enough waterMornings with coffee and a companionWalks outside that go down beautiful tree-lined streetsNaps in the middle of the dayNights of art and friends

Brew peppermint coffee.Listen to something ambient and/or inspiring. (Today's pick: Marc Maron interviewing Eric Idle)Draw a hot bath, adding bubbles or salt as necessary.(Today's pick: Bubbles)Gather

How I felt today: I woke up in the dark, just feeling energy. Trying to go back to sleep didn't work. I was awake, but being awake felt painful. How I got to feeling better: Drank 750 mL of waterListened

Today I sat still and imagined A huge pyramid was surrounding me It was clear and solid Beautiful shimmering rose gold I sat still and thought about it Nourishing Protecting Letting me recharge Refilling

Single. New job. New York City. Barely two months ago, I had no idea any of that would be the case. I had lived in Washington, DC for 10 years and watched the Obama era shift fully into Trump’s America.

A bench popped up in the middle of nowhere So I sat and wrote. It's sunny. There's a patch of green to my left that I just wandered through. Have been listening to an album that was almost all I listened

More quiet time than usual. Don't know if I've used it to the fullest, but I've enjoyed it nonetheless. Lots of walks in nature (even though it rained a lot over the weekend, happy Solstice). Feeling good.

It's pouring outside, so instead I'm looking these photos from my wandering yesterday. That restless feeling is vibrating in me like crazy today. There's so much potential in life. Why can't I figure out

What terrifies me right now: • that he will leave the country and go back to hell when his visa expires in two weeks. • that, if he gets a job in another part of this country, he won’t ask me to go with

Turns out sunlight and trees are good for you.

I walk to and from work. And I walk fast. These days, whenever I see a man in front of me I walk quicker Until I pass him. It’s harmless. And it feels good. Sometimes men in suits pass me. And I make it

This has been a calm weekend. Much calmer than the one before it. I napped for several hours yesterday, then went to a friend's housewarming party. Outside it's hot and everything is green. Inside feels

It had been a lovely party before that moment. No one noticed what had happened at first. They might have heard something break, and assumed it was a dropped wine glass. But the room grew quieter and soon,

We sat on the cathedral steps last night. It was raining hard when I met you. You hugged me for a long time. A rabbit and fog ran into trees. You poured red wine onto the stairs And panicked upon realizing

One day I'll stop filling his phone with insane texts. Sad drunk texts. Sober freak-out texts. The-walls-feel-like-they're-closing-in texts. What-the-hell-am-I-doing-with-my-life texts. On that day, I

Photo by Afonso Coutinho on Unsplash I started meditating. Not after a dark night of the soul. Not to chant myself into bliss. Mostly just to try and not feel bad. My practice didn’t have a dramatic beginning.

I crammed a weekend of NYC adventure into less than 24 hours. Snuck off onto a train last night after work. Stayed in the hipsteriest hotel one could have picked. It called itself NYC's most Instagrammable

Hi! This is my first post. I am really excited to be here, and I have a bunch to say. I write things. Stories, plays, essays, weird not-quite poetry, journally introspection. I love it. It's how I process