checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.

Tonight, I had my first writing class of a series. We did some free writing. Get a prompt. Write for five minutes. Share. The third prompt was "I remember…" For unclear reasons lately, I've been thinking about mailboxes. What they mean for homes. What they mean for love. What they mean for communication. And in… Continue reading checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.

I accept.

During a welcome beat of my new-found stride, I went on a hike with some badass ladies tonight. We hike fast up the "M" in Bozeman. It's like the "M" in Missoula… same same, but different. Montanans love putting letters on mountains. Afterwards, we hung out on a bench and talked and watched in horror… Continue reading I accept.

uh-oh.

I read (heard?) somewhere recently that couples who don't post gushing stories/photos of their significant others are way more successful in love… actually a lot happier. Well… we're screwed. Last night, I put up a new profile picture on Facebook. The fact that I wrote that last sentence down kind of hurts my heart in… Continue reading uh-oh.

You Can Be Here.

[this was mostly written on tuesday evening. it took me a while.] I wouldn't know how else to write this. To be half-disappointed in myself because I had three drinks with a friend/coworker at our local haunt. But then to know that if I told my friend Dale about my disappointment he would slyly smile… Continue reading You Can Be Here.

let’s make up dances.

I'm into defining my years. Naming them. Calling them out. I've had the bad year: circa 2009. Then there were fours years in between that escaped official titling. I was feverishly tornado-ing through life and the west, looking for purpose, creativity, love, adventures, paychecks, and more purpose. I picked Evan up on the way and we kept on… Continue reading let’s make up dances.

VAN ROADTRIP // november twenty-twelve.

After getting back from a [wonderful, wonderful] trip to Texas, I came home to Evan's lovely family visiting us. They left the next day and Evan and I both would've guessed that we would just end up sleeping for the following 24 hours. Instead, we went on a little road trip. It was ah-mazing. Just… Continue reading VAN ROADTRIP // november twenty-twelve.

ready for the next arrow.

As sad as I am that I haven't been blahgging, it's way more tragic that I haven't been journaling. I read a quote about journaling that really hit me. I can't remember what it said [because apparently i write nothing down these days], but paraphrasing, it said, "People who say they keep a journal but… Continue reading ready for the next arrow.

wanting to go back to jackson, saturday, greece, italy and then wanting to go back to now.

It's a troubling time of wanting to go back. To anything, everything. Two of our dearest Missoula friends are in Jackson right now, at the Bike-In Movies: The poster was designed by moi... which makes it even harder not being there. Talking with Sarah on the phone, telling her where to go around town, I… Continue reading wanting to go back to jackson, saturday, greece, italy and then wanting to go back to now.

the themed patterns of nowness.

I find that there are themed patterns in my nowness that I vividly recognize. Comfort/Sameness, Newness/Excitement, Inspiration/Aspiration.  Repeat. [comfort/sameness] I have been with this boy for two whole years.  [on saturday.] That boy.  The one in the other room working.  Working on things.  Working on bikes.  Tools.  Giving it his all. We still laugh at… Continue reading the themed patterns of nowness.