Living on Coffee and Love

    I'm not sure if it's the magic of turning 30 or knowing that I'm finished having children that has me so wrapped up in tomorrows. Regardless, I have been consumed with daydreams lately. Vivid, reach out and touch, see it like it's there daydreams. I have (of course) been doodling them, and fragmenting them and putting them in my sketchpad. However, it's time for me to sit down and put them up for you. And me. And, my kids .     Let me start by saying that I believe in the power of dreams. I believe in faith. And, I know that when dreams are tangible, you work harder for them and know they are coming. This is my offering. These words are full of hope and power. I do not put my worth in earthly things. I know that things can be easily taken away in an instant. That being said, I lay the foundation for these dreams with thanksgiving. I am not worthy enough to have all of the things I desire. I think that it isn't the brick and mortar that I crave whe...

   I don't know how long it took for me to settle in. To know that this, THIS was it. That moment, it doesn't just come with bells and trumpets. It creeps in quietly, like a summer storm. No, I didn't see it coming. It didn't happen quickly. In one moment, when the sea was pulling away from my toes only to come back and kiss them again, I knew. And, in that moment, I had no schedule, no time. I was one little dot. In the middle of nowhere. Just as the sea was washing over my chipped toenail polish, it was carrying pieces of me back out with it. Pieces, broken pieces I realized, were being carried out to the sea. Maybe the sea is full of everyone's broken pieces. And, when your toes sink into the sand, you get a piece in return. An exchange of souls. An exchange only a person like me could understand. My broken soul, my many many missing pieces. No questions, no answers, no talking. Just repeated exchanges with every movement. Towards and away, towards and away, perp...