Finding happiness in between the Moments *slightly provocative smiles*

In between the conference calls, the grocery store lists and the laundry mountains, moments are graciously bestowing themselves upon me.  My lips twitch, slowly curving in an upward motion similar to the Grinch when he planned to steal Christmas. My face starts to turn upward, my cheeks immediately bloom like roses. I can hear my pulse. The  feeling of my heart beating in between the fabric of my mismatched socks through my toes. Thump. Thump. The warmth of your hand as it grazes my chin, pulling my lips to yours.  And in this moment, I am happy.

Forgetting about the cold ocean breeze on my naked ankles, the sea gulls loudly whispering “Kiss the Girl” as they swirl and sway in the air above us. Noticing nothing other than the sound of my pulse. THUMP. THUMP. And this is when it happens.

I realize, that opportunities are given to us for so many reasons. Putting labels and expectations on these opportunities while recognizing their presence only  inhibits their ability to fully work their magic within us.

With this newfound freedom of my wild inner ability to recognize that you my dear, will not have a label. Your offer of happiness in this moment, at this time, promising that nothing else matters, has been accepted. No expectations, no labels, no heartbreak.

Just you and I in this moment, not thinking about yesterday or tomorrow.. just now here with you.

Slightly Provocative Smiles..


Mothering to the Extreme- I share your Anxiety

When her challenging, cancer-ridden mother suffers a psychotic break, Jane Demuth searches for the wherewithal to help the person who once demanded the most of her.

via This Is to Mother You: On Caring for a Toxic Parent in Her Greatest Time of Need — Longreads Blog

Begonias in her hair

End of the work week, and things are winding down. Everyone around my office is smiling, shoulders are relaxed, and  conversations are flowing. It’s Friday. So in my elated moment of non-influenced happiness, the begonias lifting their petals to my chin, begging to accompany me to my office even if only for an hour prior to my departure. I know when I come in Monday, the petals having found their way to my desk, the H2O sustenance will have evaporated, and the beauty will have started to fade. Not fade as in disappear, but fade in the way that Marilyn Monroe’s beauty would have faded should she still grace this planet. All of this sits well with me. The left behind begonias still sitting on their stems firmly rooted in the ground will not miss these two, and if they would, they can deal. The hour of happiness this brings me just may be more important to me than the tears of the other begonias that will inevitably fall to the ground.

Enjoy your Friday. And remember, to feel.


Life is about the little things

Even in the darkest of nights, the twinkle of the stars are bright. Even if you can’t see them from your current location, or situation. Someone wise once told me, “Life is short. Do you want to be remembered for all of the things you wanted to do, or all the things you did?” I take that to heart, as everyday, I try to live every moment to the fullest. Documenting through photographs, words, feelings, even sounds. Every sense I possess is in this game of life.. and I will prevail.