~ You are the Sand beneath my Toes…~

I remember the first time I saw you, and I don’t think I remember the first time I saw Anyone… You had poise. You were confident and beautiful beyond the definition of beauty. I saw whatever flaws you had, as perfect imperfections.   ‘Someday’, I thought, ‘Someday, I’d love to be friends with you.’ You […]

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This week I went on a playdate!

  Is that allowed? I’m not really sure. I mean…. ‘I’m a mom.’ A full time mom too, I dont get to just leave for numberous days for no ‘real’ reason, do I? Afterall, I get the hours between 9-10 pm and dont complain because after all, there was years I didnt even get that […]

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If I had switch souls with someone, there’s no question… That someone would be you.

You are a million of my favorite things wrapped into one person. Where one would think the layers end, instead, inside you, there is a door opening to thousands more. You are breathtakingly gorgeous in every way possible. You own your transparency, your stories, your past and your future like a grace- filled, serenity-centered ‘southern […]

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“You are like a Vault”

  Today I received my 2nd most favorite compliment in the world. Today a sweet friend said, ” you are like a vault”. Nothing anyone tells you leaves you. That is true & it felt good to have something that I see as one of my backbone pieces be seen & cherished. It’s one of […]

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We only own ourselves.

We only own ourselves.

Over the years I’ve only come across a extremely small handful of people I truly didn’t (want to) understand. I used to try, and it took me awhile to learn that sometimes you don’t want to be able to understand how some people think or are. For if I could think like them than I would be like them, & they are sometimes the last kind of person I would ever want to be.

In Hawaii, I had 2 neighbors that were so insane, filled with both an unbelievable amount of insecurity as well as misplaced pride, that their husbands would apologize to me for their wives(so awkward!). Than last year a close acquaintance jumped to fast conclusions & though I was grateful we talked it over, I also realized I didn’t want someone in my life that was so insecure that she saw the people around her negatively too. Those 3 people were my only experience of recognizing some people are poisonous, maybe good people, but people I don’t want near my life.

Recently, a close close friend & I drifted apart, maybe for reasons, maybe for busy seasons, maybe just for distance & honestly I was so distracted with daily life I didn’t notice at the time. I reflected a lot about it. I care so deeply. It was interesting to me bc with those 3 people, besides being able to recognize they were half crazy I also didn’t mind if my hurt turned to anger, but with this friend the hurt sank in deeply & for a second it almost turned to anger. I took a breath & realized, no I’m just hurt that they were shutting me away, because my heart loves them so much. I almost distanced myself as a defense, because reaching forward may hurt more, but I had to move on from hurt, so I wrote.

I wrote a lot & I healed. I didn’t replace hurt with hate, but wrote from my heart to them, to myself & found myself still standing, still smiling, still loving amongst the pain. We only own ourselves. We can’t control who other people are. Its ok to say I miss you. Its ok to love someone even if you didn’t have all the answers. Its ok. I feel like I see many women act vengeful, or make fools out of themselves(crazy hawaii neighbors), or hide. Im sure I do so much wrong in friendships, but I love hard. It was so freeing to see that just as I have friendships for a season, that I may have been someones seasonal friend too & that regardless of time, distance, words spoken or hidden that I don’t have to change how I feel, that I can still love someone deeply no matter what & that no amount of someone distancing can make my heart love them less.

I love those that hold my heart & its ok to hurt, to love hard, & to heal. We only own ourselves….

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